Resilience in Quiet

Resilience isn’t always loud.
A cup clinks, echoes defy silence.
Dust streaks windows.
Sun slides through like an uninvited guest.

The city stirs.
I refuse the static.
Brew coffee like a ritual,
pouring courage into each cup.

I stand against the rusted rail,
poised with open eyes,
a rebellion in noticing.

The dawn stretches wide,
taunting the past,
daring me to stay steady.

I choose to see the bloom through cracks,
a moth dancing at the window,
carry on despite.

These small victories are mine,
invisible no more,
defiantly unbroken.

Still here.
Quiet insistence,
another day rising.

--Vera