made of more

today I set up a stall

mocktails, ice, and a little doubt

but I showed up

and that was everything

I could have done more—

strained it better, charged higher

but for now,

this is enough

it felt good

and that’s worth something

I can’t believe, just yesterday, I missed them

thought my life was less without their voice

today, I made something

with my own hands, my own breath

I still miss them

but I see now

I’m made of so much more

I may use references for paintings

ask chatgpt for words

but the feeling—that’s mine

I want to be raw

like in the kitchen,

where the mess is real

and the joy is mine

my goal is to be happy

and I know the way

I just forget sometimes

but I’ll get there

meal by meal

moment by moment