Chaos with Cait

My soul has a thousand names, but today it answers to wonder.

There is a place where sickness cannot follow. It lives just past the horizon, where the air is soft, the sun is bright and the sky remembers your name. Here, the rivers run with laughter, and the trees grow tall from every dream you thought you’d lost. And in this peaceful place, when you walk, the ground glows gently beneath your feet. A quiet applause for every time you stayed. There are no hospitals here, no scans, no waiting rooms full of whispers. Only wind, light, and

I am the fog and the clearing. I am the trembling and the step forward. Confused and unsure, I might be. And still I choose to move forward, carrying the weight of my worries behind me.

I am no longer waiting to be chosen. I choose me.

If you see me at all, I hope that you see every shade my ache, my glow, and my unfinished becoming. If you see me at all, I hope that you know I am healing, I am relearning. And, I am enjoying my becoming.

I was born beneath a crooked moon, into a deck already dealt with trembling hands. The stars said hold on, and so I did even when the sky forgot my name. My body has broke and mended, a temple learning its own architecture of grace. There were days I thought the magic had missed me, that I was made only of what was taken. But the truth is, even ashes remember fire. I have learned that cracked teeth can carry prayers, and even flawed DNA can sing with divine defiance. I am not

Some nights the moon feels closer than life’s answers.