Chaos with Cait

Your ribs are a cathedral where galaxies sing.

My mind keeps a courtroom. Evidence stacked high, each mistake marked with neat handwriting and cold ink. My heart is no lawyer, it...

Hope, is a hand reaching toward the light, without proof that it will find the sun.

The cracks in me used to feel like weakness, now they’re stained glass, and the light dances through.

Joy has no edge, It moves through me like wind through a window; soft, certain, and everywhere at once.

I no longer flinch when someone reaches for me. That old instinct, to brace, and to retreat, has softened into stillness. Now, when you...

You carry battles I cannot name, yet I imagine how it would feel to lay my hands over your scars.

Bare feet, wet sand, the earth’s pulse, syncs with mine.

I caught myself smiling, a sudden skip in gravity, like laughter tripped and took me with it.

I walk the edge of the world, my shadow swallowed by an endless blue hunger.

I leaned into the silence and found it held me like a promise.

I feel inspired through sadness, and yet that is not entirely who I am made out to be.

The storm didn’t leave me clean, It left me open and, joy found it’s way in.

Growth is not graceful, it rips, it roots & it reaches anyway.

Sound is rebellion born from ribs. Every word, a door kicked open

It didn’t happen all at once, but every unbecoming was a seed for the woman I’m still growing into.

There are corners of my soul that only light can touch. I keep them sacred, I call them mine.

I opened my fist, not to fight, but to plant what I was holding too tightly.