Chaos with Cait

Society taught me that shrinking was polite. So now, I choose to be loud, on purpose. I have no desire to fit in, or shape shift to fit into molds. I have a story to tell, and it will be my way that it is told. I am tired of shrinking, sick of second guessing my own voice. Our society needs new diverse voices, and so I bravely share mine.

I am not of this world, yet this world clings to me just as ivy clings to a crumbling wall.

You were supposed to be my anchor. Instead, you became the silence I learned to live inside. A mothers love, they say it shapes you, teaches you the language of safety, even gives you a map for conquering the world. But, what map was I given when you folded yours away and walked out of sight? I built myself from absence. Every triumph, a solo celebration every heartbreak, a weight I carried alone. I carried all of my burdens alone waiting for your voice to steady me, but it n

Hope doesn’t ask for certainty. Hope only asks that you stay soft, long enough to listen. It is okay to become a “delusional” believer. Trust in yourself, have faith and life will soon become clearer.

I am no longer afraid of being seen the light can have me, all of me

I have laid down my sword. The war no longer needs my fire. So If this is surrender, let it be gentle. A soft return to myself.

In a world full of sirens and slammed doors, we chose each other. Two steady heartbeats beneath the thunder, refusing to drown.