2025 | 30 Days of Me | Awakening | Resurgence
Second Wind
The night died quietly.
No fireworks,
no grand farewell,
just a silence
I hadn’t heard in years.
And when the sun came up,
I felt it.
Not warmth.
Not light.
But strength.
Something in my chest
unclenched.
My fingers curled into fists,
not to fight,
but to feel
what it meant
to be alive again.
I didn’t ask for this second wind.
Didn’t pray.
Didn’t beg.
But when it came,
I welcomed it
like an old dog
returning home
bone-weary, but faithful.
The blood in my veins
sings now.
It hums like an engine
tuned just right.
I move different.
Stand taller.
Eyes open,
heart steady,
grateful.
Another sunrise.
Another chance
to get it right.
And I will.
Because the fire’s back –
quiet,
controlled,
mine.
