Today was full.
I carried more than just a heavy bag —
I carried the weight of eyes watching,
voices raised,
and feelings I couldn't quite name.
A cough in the silence.
A coloring done with care.
A whisper of kindness,
and advice wrapped in gentle words —
“Smile through it. Breathe.”
I did not scream.
I did not cry.
But something inside me folded, like paper in the rain.
Still,
I smiled a little when someone said thank you.
Still,
I listened. I adjusted.
I tried.
Maybe tomorrow will be softer.
Maybe the weight will shift.
For now, I rest my thoughts in this page,
and hold on to a quiet truth:
Even storms pass.
Even petals bloom again.
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