To who listens

If one day my words find you on a difficult morning, I hope they sit beside you gently. I hope they do not tell you that life is easy, because sometimes it isn't. I hope they do not tell you that everything will magically work out, because none of us can promise that. Instead, I hope they remind you that difficult does not mean impossible, and uncertain does not mean hopeless.

I want my writing to become a small bridge between hearts. Somewhere, someone might read a poem and realize that another person understands. Someone might laugh at a line they desperately needed. Someone might remember their worth. Someone might find enough courage to ask for help, make a new beginning, forgive themselves, or simply face another morning with a little more hope.

That is what I want my words to do. Not to make me famous. Not simply to entertain. But to reach the hidden islands inside people—the places where thoughts run freely and feelings sometimes have no language. If my poems can become a little light in somebody's darkness, then I will be grateful. If they can make one person smile, I will smile too. If they can remind someone that they are not alone, then perhaps these words have already become more than words.

Because the world can be complicated. Life can be hard. People can hurt one another. Dreams can take longer than expected. But I still believe in love. I still believe in friendship. I still believe in laughter. I still believe in God. I still believe in tomorrow.

And as long as I have something to say, I will keep writing.

Perhaps somewhere, someone is waiting for the very words I have not written yet.