To Myself, with Apology and Grace

I’m sorry for the hurt I held in tender palms, wrapped tight as night; for every tear I swallowed down, believing silence was my light. I’m sorry for the chaos spun, the storms I weathered just to breathe; for every wound I bore alone, each scar a story left beneath. But listen now, oh heart of mine— we’re not mere echoes in the dark; we’ve turned our fear to flickering fire, and dared to chase a wilder spark. No longer just a ghost, unseen, we’re learning now to feel, to be; we’re carving out our own safe space— a world that lets us heal and free. In every step, in every breath, we walk beyond mere walls of past; finding in each quiet dawn a steady peace, a strength that lasts. So here’s to us—the bruised, the bold— for we are neither lost nor small; we’ve learned to build a life of hope, a world where we can feel it all.