I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become
Own Your Unwritten Story
It isn't about freedom or confinement
it has never been simple binaries
Neither tears shed quietly during dark nights
nor laughter echoing on sunny days define me
I am the morning sun, gently kissing your eyes awake.
I am you, waking up to breathe in a new day still warm with sleep's caress.
Exhaling doubts and inhaling hopes is an intricate art