The Wind Reminded Me I’m Still Here

I leaned against a mile of open sky, Thought I was done, no more left inside. But then the wind came low and clear, Brushed the dust and said, “You’re here.”

The wind reminded me I’m still here, Carried my name past the weight of fear. It moved the ashes, cooled the fire, Left me breathing, a little higher.

I heard the ghosts in rattling wire, Old mistakes in a broken choir. But every note that stung my ear Fell quiet when the breeze drew near.

The wind reminded me I’m still here, Not just the scars I used to wear. It found my heartbeat in the dust, And taught my bones a softer trust.

(Wordless hum beneath, steady as breath)

I thought the road forgot my name, But mercy moves without a frame. It doesn’t shout, it just appears— A hand of a

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