You are my calm,
baby—
the quiet breath
beneath all this noise,
the stillness
I sink into
when the world
asks too much.

Your voice
slows the spinning.
Your touch
reminds me
that not everything
needs to be fought.

When my mind runs,
you don’t chase it.
You just wait—
open, patient,
like a shoreline
I can always
return to.

And I do.
God, I do.

I bring you
my tired hands,
my restless thoughts,
my ache to be held
without having to explain.

And you take it all
without flinching.
You never ask me
to be more
than what I am
in that moment.

Thank you,
for being the quiet
in my storm,
the hush
in my blood,
the only place
that ever felt
like peace.