Not Yet Finished

The trees don't ask if it's worth it to keep growing.

They reach, even when the sky offers nothing back.

Some days, the ocean forgets how to glitter.

The waves still return.

And the mountain,

it doesn’t move, but it stays.

So can you.

There is no shame in sitting still

as long as you need.

There is no failure in being tired.

But don’t mistake tired for completion.

Don’t call the quiet the end.

Even burnt soil makes room for roots.

Even broken light can feed the morning.

Hang on.

Save them.

Not because it's easy,

but because

you’re not alone.