"Bare Between Moments" . I sit here bare not just of cloth, but of answers. . Light spills across my…
"Bare Between Moments" . I sit here bare not just of cloth, but of answers. . Light spills across my back like a question I have yet to answer, warm and patient as if it knows I will. . There is no weight here but breath, no expectation but the rise and fall of what I am in this moment. . My skin remembers everything, the choices my hands have made, the paths I’ve walked, the versions of me I have already shed. And still, I am not finished. . There is something waiting just beyond this stillness, a step not yet taken, a choice not yet spoken aloud. But for now, I sit in the quiet of becoming, uncovered, unrushed, unafraid. . Free not because I know the way, but because I am willing to find it. . By-Soairse Campbell
