Human (audio)

I carry the people I’ve loved like small constellations under my skin, some still burning, some already gone dark, yet all of them shaping how I walk through night.

There are mornings when grief doesn’t knock. It simply sits beside me, drinks my coffee, and reminds me that love was never meant to be light.

I have learned that the heart is not a place of safety. It is a place of weather. Storms arrive without permission, and sometimes the bravest thing is to stand still and let the storms pass through you.

If you listen closely, you can hear the past breathing in old songs, in the way certain names still soften your voice, in the silence that follows when you almost say I miss you out loud.

But even here, especially here, there is a quiet miracle happening.

Because every day you wake up with tenderness intact. You choose not to turn to stone. You keep your hands open in a world that has proven it can take everything.

And that, that is not weakness. That is devotion to being human all the way through.




18 thoughts on “Human (audio)

  1. OMG! Get outta here! That was absolutely stunning! I can relate to this so much within the deepest echelons of my soul. You’ve put into words something that my heart has been trying to speak about and communicate to others as a concept for so long! That’s one of your best! If not your best art ever here! Hands down! I selfishly want more of this style! 👏🏻❤️💞🙂

  2. I don’t think I’ve heard you do spoken word before. Great job.

    The third paragraph/verse sings true. Some hearts are often only stormy weather with flint skies. But occasionally the sun burns through.

  3. this is so beautifully written Jennifer. It really is important not to turn into the extremes of disillusionment even though the temptation is there and there’s a million reasons to do so. one can make adaptations but as long as love, fairness and respect are there, it may not be right – but it won’t be wrong. you are in my heart and thoughts as a priority – just so you know 🙂 Mike

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