6am flu in my bones,
Mum's why phone while her screen glows,
Did not get lunch i want but chose another
Dad words, concentrate,
I tucked it like medicine
An eww flew past,
A snatch, a stare, a pram too fast
Mum said sorry to cleaner,
I could not talk
Bus 53, Annabeth mispronounced
May is coming, names are hard,
We all fumble
Mum said Celine,
That's my name.
I don't want to but texted anyway
Trainers didn't care but my peace didn't sway.
Slow by cars, my fear
I looked at mum with hatred
No one's pure and...

This morning began before the sun,
at a quiet hour where the body still felt yesterday.
There were echoes carried into the new day,
words that lingered longer than they should.
But routine held steady —
a warm drink, small preparations,
and the quiet discipline of continuing anyway.
The world outside felt close and crowded.
Spaces were tight, movements uncertain,
and there was a constant awareness of others —
their distance, their actions, their energy.
Still, step by step, the journey continued.
At...

This morning began before the sun, in a space that already felt heavy.
Words were exchanged that did not land softly.
Small choices became criticisms.
I chose silence, not because I had nothing to say,
but because peace felt more important than being heard.
The journey out was crowded and restless.
There were near misses, sudden movements,
and moments where I had to shift myself quickly
just to feel safe in my own space.
At work, the rhythm of the day carried both noise and stillness.
There were...