How are you feeling right now?
My stomach speaks in tangled knots,
the voice of sleep that never came—
but deep beneath the restless ache,
I feel a flicker, small but flame.
The day is full, the weight is real,
with hearts and hopes that lean on me—
yet love like this, though hard to hold,
is sacred in its gravity.
A sister waits with quiet fear,
a daughter’s world I step into—
and though I walk on shifting ground,
I rise, because that’s what I do.
Yes, the past is breaking open,
divorce, and dreams I had to mourn—
but even in this cracked becoming,
something brave begins to form.
So how am I feeling?
Tired—but trying.
Worried—but willing.
Stretched—but still standing.
✨ I am the soft morning after the storm.
✨ The hands that cook, the heart that leads.
✨ I am the gold being forged in the fire.
And today—I choose to rise.
The Writings of Felina Silver 
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