Some days,
it feels like I'm the ghost
in my own life.
Quiet.
Unseen.
Held together
by maybes
and caffeine.

The ones who should've stayed
left marks instead.
And love -
it felt more like
a dare I kept losing.

But still,
I make my bed.
I hum a song I half-remember.
I laugh
at things that aren't funny
just to feel my voice again.

I don't shine big.
Not yet.
But **** it -
I glow.
And that's something.