Chaos with Cait

Half gone, half becoming like every secret I’ve ever kept.

I have walked through silence and made peace with it. I have known stillness so long, it became my language. But today my body dances because my breath feels like song. The air moves through me as if we were dancing the tango. I am not who I was before the storm. I am quieter now, but stronger for it. I move with care, but also with wonder like someone seeing color for the first time. I have learned that survival is not the same as living. And living, oh, it is such a brave t

Surrender is not the ending we were taught to fear. Surrender is actually the soft unthreading of the fight that once kept us alive. Surrender is just the body whispering to please rest now. Surrender is grace arriving right on time. And, not with triumph but with open hands. To surrender is to remember that strength has many faces, and sometimes it can look like stillness. Surrender is choosing peace over proving, it is trusting that what’s meant for you does not need to be

No is a sentence. Yes, is my sanctuary.

he said that my softness was weakness, but I bend like silk and I never break.

I rose, not because I was ready, but because staying down was killing me faster.

If you can, place a hand over your chest. Do you feel that? That steady beat? That is proof that you’re still here, proof that the freeze did not win. So when you’re ready and, not a moment before the thaw will come. Until then, this poem will wait with you unmoving and alive.