Some days just feel right,
as you open your eyes,
the feelings of the dreams remain,
leaving you with a desire to rise.
A hush clings to the morning air,
as if the world is holding its breath,
waiting for you to step into it,
to claim the quiet promise it kept.
Starting the day with a wish
to be in the body that’s right,
measuring yourself against everyone,
a life worth fighting for.
Yet even in that tender ache,
there’s a pulse beneath your ribs—
a reminder that becoming
is not a single moment,
but a thousand small dawns
stacked gently inside you.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC
Some days just feel right,
as you open your eyes,
the feelings of the dreams remain,
leaving you with a desire to rise.
A hush clings to the morning air,
as if the world is holding its breath,
waiting for you to step into it,
to claim the quiet promise it kept.
Starting the day with a wish
to be in the body that’s right,
measuring yourself against everyone,
a life worth fighting for.
Yet even in that tender ache,
there’s a pulse beneath your ribs—
a reminder that becoming
is not a single moment,
but a thousand small dawns
stacked gently inside you.
