09/04/2026
Feeling stuck in a web,
threads I did not weave,
tight around my days,
quiet around my dreams.
Engulfed in fear and uncertainties,
I walk slowly through hours
that refuse to open like doors.
Morning comes
but not with answers.
Evening falls
but not with rest.
They say, be strong,
as though strength is not already
heavy in my hands.
They say, move forward,
as though the road is not hidden
behind waiting and silence.
So I sit with hope
like a candle in harmattan wind,
shielding its small flame
with tired fingers.
Still
somewhere beneath the web,
beneath the fear,
beneath the noise of expectations,
my heart whispers
You are not lost.
You are only paused.
And even webs break
when morning finally comes. ✨
✍️✍️✍️
