This piece holds the truth of where I’m at.

 

The birds are my spirit, still moving, still trying to return to itself. The hands are mine, learning how to hold grief without letting it swallow me. The petals are what’s grown in the cracks. The moons remind me that healing isn’t linear.

 

I’ve accepted that my grief isn’t something to get over. It lives in me now. I’ve learned to sit with it, to soften around it.

 

Padayon reminds me I can still move

still create

still feel joy

still bloom

even with everything I carry.