Two weeks without the medicine
And the days feel uneven
But not impossible
There’s a steadiness trying
To find its way back to me
Quiet as a heartbeat
I’m finally learning to hear
My mind keeps sprinting
Even when my body begs
For stillness
It’s the old trio
Anxiety tapping the walls
Depression dimming the room
Insomnia whispering
Stay awake
Stay awake
But even in the rush
Something softer rises
A breath that lands right
A thought that doesn’t sting
A moment where I remember
I’ve made it through worse nights
Than this one
Hope doesn’t shout
It hums
It waits in the doorway
Until I’m ready
To let it in
And maybe tomorrow
I take what steadies me
What helps me sleep
What keeps the shadows
From stretching too far
Not out of defeat
But out of care
A promise to myself
That I deserve the kind of life
Where I can rest
Two weeks no pills
And somehow
I’m still moving forward
Slow
Yes
But toward a version of me
That believes
Better days are possible.