Chaos with Cait

You stood at the edge of your own undoing, counting every crack in the ground as if they were proof of your unworthiness. You replayed...

I do not know which wound was the first, only that they bred in me like weeds in untended soil. Your words, once a warm place to stand,...

You were meant to be my first home, my shelter, my mirror, the voice that taught me I was enough. But, instead you vanished even when you...

At first, it is only a shadow in the corner, you tell yourself it will leave, yet it nibbles at your mornings. Your coffee grows cold....

I failed, and then I failed again, but each time, my spine grew straighter.

At first, I waited for the catch, for the crack beneath your calm. I’ve known love with conditions spelled in silence, and bruises shaped...

Wonder came back softly, not loud like lightning, but like light through leaves. I looked up and for once I didn’t brace for the fall. I...

There is a silence that comes after losing, not the soft kind, but the kind that presses your chest into the floorboards, the kind that...

I stand at the edge of everything I've ever wanted, and hesitate.

I unlearned survival just enough to let love linger without needing a reason.

I thought I had to chase it, but love found me when I stood still long enough to feel my own pulse.

I have only ever been into intentional men, never once, not ever, have I been into the emotional lads.

I used to flinch at my own reflection, now I toast to her bravery.

You were always so polite; So careful, you measured every word before you spoke as if your worth hung in the balance. You smiled when you...

Grief taught me how sacred it is to simply keep breathing.

They said womanhood lived in my womb as if it were a locked room that I lost the key to when cancer came calling. They measured me in...

They said you’re lucky , Said you’re young, resilient, strong. Said you should be grateful to survive. But no one said how survival can...

There are pieces of me only love can find, and only light can keep.

Time did not rush me. Time waited, like cupped hands, for me to come back to myself.