Not Yet

Not Yet

I dreamed of trusting again— like a hopeless romantic waiting for her knight in shining armor.

But the dream still rides just out of reach.

I feel it. But I’m not ready.

Not while my heart is still dripping with yesterday’s ache. Not while the silence still echoes louder than any promise could.

I haven’t soaked in the sadness enough to rinse it clean. I haven’t finished mourning the version of me who once believed love meant safety.

So no— not yet.

Let the dream stay just a little farther away. I'll meet it when I'm whole enough not to mistake shining armor for light.