Let’s Make Some Magic Today

We make our own magic!

There are days when healing whispers

soft like lilac-scented wind.

And days when it breaks you open,

with no warning, no kind end.

You rise with salt on your cheeks,

tears and snot—sacred streaks.

Your body remembers the weight

of all you thought you’d escaped.

Some mornings, your bed is a shore,

and getting up feels like war.

The air thick with ghosts of "not enough",

each breath heavy, each step rough.

But still—you move.

You scan the sky for cracks of light,

trace paths through dark with all your might.

Obstacles stack like walls too tall,

and yet you push, you climb, you crawl

.

You look for doors no one else sees

,solutions whispered by the breeze.

Tiny spells of strength and grace,

magic blooming in your pace.

You hold your heart with both your hands,

protect what others misunderstand.

You choose yourself, again, again—

through aching doubt, through silent pain

.

Because even when the night won’t end,

your soul remembers how to bend.

Let’s make some magic today—

from crumbs of hope, come what may.

I am Gina Muresan