Her body tightens into a knot, trying to keep itself “afloat”
The water around her seems dark.
The wind hits her face as she moves forward.
Even in a storm, light exists. And that light highlights the choice.
This is about an inner shelter: about the moment when a person stops waiting to be put back together, and begins assembling themselves with their own hands.
When tenderness becomes strength.
When solitude stops being emptiness and turns into support.
She is her own harbor
And the sea can feel it
