still…….

i imagine tomorrow

not perfect

not painless

just better than today

a version of life where my chest is lighter

where I am not always surviving myself

where I can breathe without counting reasons to

maybe I will lose things on the way

people

versions of myself

dreams that never learned how to stay

but I think I will still be okay

because faith, whatever name it carries

whatever shape it hides in

is what keeps my feet from giving up on me

deo volente

because maybe

just maybe