A soft place to land I don’t need much to feel okay— a quiet room, a calmer day, a moment where the world stands still, and I can hear my own small will. Some light that slips across the floor, a peace. I didn’t have before, a breath that settles in my chest, reminding me I still deserve rest. And maybe, if the evening is kind, I’ll loosen what I’ve held behind, let one small worry float away, the kind that never meant to stay. I’ll sit with all I’ve carried for a long time, the heavy parts that made me strong, and let them soften in the air— not gone, but easier to bear.