Heavy Days

You wake up already tired,
carrying a silence too loud to ignore. The world moves quickly,
but you can’t find your footing. On heavy days, sadness settles in your chest,
not sharp but dull and endless, a stone you can’t set down. It whispers that you are lost,
that joy is elsewhere and that you don’t belong. But even in this fog, something small persists ,the faint pulse of your breath. This days are not the end. They are pauses, dark chapters in a longer book. You are still here and still turning pages. And one morning,
without warning the weight will loosen and you will remember how happy and blessed you are. We got heavy days but we need to remember we got a lot more happy days to come. Here are links to my shop, got some great books!

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