21/07/2025
Today, I return.
To work. To community.
To holding space for you.
But first
I held myself, alone,
as cancer stole my only sister.
As the world kept turning,
I learned to breathe
around the hole in my chest.
She is not “gone.”
She is the stardust in my lungs.
The breath that finds me
when I forget how to breathe.
She is the reason I rise.
Again. And again. And again.
In every sunrise I greet for her.
In every heartbeat,
hers echoes through mine.
Her pulse is my rhythm.
I am learning to live
for us both now.
Do not mistake this return for healing.
I am not whole.
I am a bridge between loss and love.
A vessel holding two lives:
one here, one everywhere.
Go gently with me.
This body is still remembering
how to be a home
for a shattered heart.
I am not the same.
— For my sister. Maxine. Always in my pulse.
