Morning arrived with heat and nausea,
a body unsteady, a breath held tight.
Steps hurried beneath wet skies,
buses passing like moments I missed.
Strangers brushed against me
without knowing the weight I carried,
and even kindness slipped from my hand
before I could hold it close.
Yet I kept walking
through the rain, the echoes, the small alarms
finding my seat beside another soul,
still learning how to hold space,
even when the day began in fragments.
