I have learned how to listen to the part of me that never sleeps.
It notices patterns before words arrive.
There is a quiet intelligence in survival.
Not everything strong needs to be explained.
I carry memory without letting it harden me.
Some truths arrive slowly, but stay forever.
I trust myself more than I used to.
What I protect matters more than what I show.
I move forward without asking permission.
And I remain, even when it would be easier not to
