The Work Never Ends: What i choose to carry

I have learned how to listen to the part of me that never sleeps. It notices patterns before words arrive. There is a quiet intelligence in survival. Not everything strong needs to be explained. I carry memory without letting it harden me. Some truths arrive slowly, but stay forever. I trust myself more than I used to. What I protect matters more than what I show. I move forward without asking permission. And I remain, even when it would be easier not to