Toast

Some days don’t sound like fireworks.

They sound like the refrigerator humming.

The tires rolling.

I used to think peace was boring.

Turns out… peace was the thing I was chasing the whole time.

I’m learning how to sit with silence, let it tell me who I am.

No parade, no grand arrival, just another honest man.

Used to wake up bargaining with ghosts I couldn’t leave behind,

Now I wake and hear the birds before the noise inside my mind.

Funny how the little things can carry so much weight.

Coffee on the counter, watching sunlight through the shade.

A normal day was something I spent years trying to outrun.

Now I’d trade a thousand highs just to watch another sunrise come.

I’ve buried pieces of myself where nobody could see,

Thinking if I kept on moving they would never catch up to me.

But every mile I ever drove was leading right back here—

To the mirror saying, “Look… you made it through another year.”

I just want to recognize my face.

Find a little truth between the miles,

Let tomorrow come at its own pace.

If all I leave is honest footprints

On roads that almost buried me,

Then maybe that’s enough to say

The man I lost came back to me.

I don’t miss the chaos; I

miss believing I needed it.

That’s the lie that lingers long after you’ve defeated it.

The hardest fights don’t echo—they whisper in familiar tones,

Telling you one step backward somehow still feels like home.

But home’s a different picture now.

I spent too long measuring my worth by how much hell I could survive.

Now I measure it by mornings where I’m glad I’m alive.

Turns out strength ain’t screaming over everybody

it’s watering a seed nobody else can

So if tomorrow brings another storm…

I’ve learned the sky can break,

breaking me.

true.