Chaos with Cait

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.