i dream
of a life desperately deprived of resilience
where my body is held
not praised for how quietly it bleeds
shelves full of books
instead of medals forged from survival
i dream
of a life where ease is my native language
spoken fluently
soft whispers between worlds
bedtime stories
instead of cautionary tales
i dream
of winding roads paved in promise
people who walk beside me
holding my hand
instead of admiring how far i came alone
i dream
of hope
held by a thread
wrapped twice around my wrist
and promises that are kept
i dream in evergreen