Zebra Seeking Spoons

Some days the sky is a closed fist,

heavy with everything you didn’t choose.

But even then, a thin seam of light

waits at the edge—

not loud, not blazing,

just patient.

You learn to keep walking

even when the ground feels uncertain,

even when the map has blurred

and your hands are tired

from holding yourself together.

Silver linings aren’t promises

that everything will be easy.

They’re reminders—

quiet, stubborn—

that something inside you

still reaches toward light.

And maybe that’s enough for today:

not triumph,

not clarity,

just the decision

to stay,

to breathe,

to not give up

on the small brightness

that keeps returning

in its own time.