Chaos with Cait

Light does not force the dark away, it waits, the light holds its breath until you’re ready to open your eyes.

They called me difficult. I call me divine.

I stitched joy into my scars, not to hide them, but to remind myself of how far I've come.

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

I am learning to be brave not the kind that bites her tongue or clenches her fists to prove her strength, but the kind that tells the...

I’ve been told to toughen up since I could barely speak, as if kindness were a crack in the armor, as if softness made you breakable....

Children are the keepers of tomorrow. hands sticky with dreams, and eyes wide enough to hold the whole sky. Children run as if the earth...

They said it was for peace, but peace never came. The only thing to ever come was, smoke and bodies, bodies with names that no one spoke...

Greed wears a tailored suit and dines on plates the size of continents. While, hunger sleeps in alleys, trembling under cardboard skies....

I used to believe that pain made me powerful. That my worth was measured by how much I could carry without falling. I made a home in the...

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

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

Even if it breaks me i’ll rise from the dust with softer bones and clearer breath. Even if the ground forgets to catch me, I’ll learn how...

They buried me a thousand times but I kept growing through the dirt. Call it grace, call it rage, call it the fire that forgets how to...

You mistook her softness for surrender, not knowing that storms can whisper too.

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...

She never spoke in straight lines, her truths were constellations, only visible if you stayed long enough in the dark.

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

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

What if it breaks me? What if I’m not strong enough to hold it, to hold me? What if I leap and the ground forgets to catch me? What if...