11/02/2026
Today my coffee comes with milk.
I usually take my coffee black,
strong, unsoftened, honest.
Sometimes milk and sugar
feel like sunshine-
gentle reminders that hope still exists
for dreams that got lost along the way,
for hearts that learned to be afraid.
And maybe healing isn’t loud.
Maybe it’s just this:
a quiet table, a softened cup,
and the feeling that something inside you
is finally beginning to warm again.
☕