The Breath That Builds Tomorrow [a poem]

Do not seek beginnings in the clamor of change.
They are born in stillness—
in the breath drawn softly after sorrow,
in the fragile hush between what has fallen away
and what has yet to unfold.

Each breath is a vow renewed with life.
It steadies what wavers,
gathers what has been scattered,
and carries the heart, almost imperceptibly,
toward becoming.