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Morgan Harper Nichols writes the kind of words that feel like a conversation rather than advice. This quote reminds me that none of us really have it all figured out and maybe that's okay.
"I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship."
— Little Women
Some storms don't come to break you. They come to show you what you're capable of
for everyone who's ever found themselves in a sentence.....
Beyond All Language
I used to think I wanted to write the most beautiful poem about you.
But every time I tried,the words felt too small,
as if language itself couldn't carry the weight of what I felt.
Then I began to notice.....
the sky softens at dusk the way my heart does when I think of you.
The ocean keeps its deepest secrets the way I keep your name.
The moon spends every night searching the darkness for something to love.
And suddenly I understood......
I was never the first to write about you.
The stars had been doing it for centuries.
The rain had been whispering your story to the earth.
Even silence seemed to know you better than I I'm just another soul,
standing in awe of something beautiful,
trying to give a name to a feeling that existed long before me.
And no matter how many poems I write,
you will always remain—
the part of my heart
that words can only reach for,
but never fully hold.