DEO VOLENTE
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
tomorrow will be kinder than today










