Chaos with Cait

Ignorance can surely bring bliss, It is okay for you to go ahead and admit this. However, the world is on fire. Men, women and children...

My joy didn’t ask for permission, it spun me in circles until I forgot how to stay still.

The first breath after breaking was not a roar, It was a whisper, a fragile yes in the rubble of all my no’s. It tasted like dust, like...

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...

It begins before words, before even thought; this rhythm carved into us like tide, like time. Inhale; the world enters, Its weight, Its...

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

She is not a body, but a tide; pulling and spilling, full of moons. A name stretched over bone like wet silk, she is the ash and the...

Growth taught me to bend without breaking, Surrender showed me how.

I used to swallow silence just to keep the peace. I have bent my spine to fit into rooms that never made space for me. I thought kindness...

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

I dropped my shield, not because I lost, but because I no longer needed it to win.

They told me nothing good could grow here, not from this kind of soil, not after that kind of storm. But they didn’t know how often I’ve...

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

I used to ask the world if it was okay to smile. I would ask If it was safe to laugh out loud, to dance when no one else was moving. I...

I am learning to be brave, not loud, but honest. I am learning to trust myself, even when doubt whispers louder than truth. I’m learning...

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

I know that you flinch when they reach I know that trust for you, is a door that creaks from being slammed too many times. I see how you...

I do not always believe in miracles However, I do believe in trying again.

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

I am not what broke me. I am what rose after. No phoenix, just flesh, stitched and stubborn, burning forward. I speak in sparks now. I...