We Carry It Whole

The stars don’t always line in rows,
The wind forgets which way to blow.
The rhythm stumbles, skips a beat,
Yet somehow still, we find our feet.

Life is not balance — but we keep it together,
Stitching storms with threads of tether.
In chaos, we build our steady place,
With worn-out hands and borrowed grace.

No perfect path, no flawless weather,
But still we rise — we hold it together.

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