#yinyangbalance
I grew up collecting shards
of words and gestures
that cut me more than they healed.
I carried them like treasure,
thinking sharp edges meant I was stronger.
I learned to hide the bleeding
under layers of quiet,
under smiles I didn’t feel.
But the night holds other lessons—
even broken glass reflects stars.
Even pain can shine
when it’s seen in the right light.
And I remember now:
the universe didn’t forget me,
even when I thought I was lost.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC