Out of nowhere
a truck of sorrow slammed into me
crumpling my bones
folding my laughter into shadows.
I tried to hold onto the sunlight
but it slipped through my fingers
like smoke through a cracked window.
Now my limbs feel like lead
my mind a foggy lake
every thought dragging
every breath heavy
every heartbeat tired.
And yet somewhere beneath the weight
a tiny pulse insists
I am still here.
Still breathing
still capable of light
even if only for a moment.