2024 has been a thief,
stealing love,
security,
even pieces of who I thought I was.

It began with silence,
the kind that cuts.
The things I held so close
were erased without warning.
I was left to grieve something
I wasn’t ready to let go of.

The place I call home
has turned into a deadline,
its walls pushing me out
before I’ve even found my footing.

Every day feels like walking a tightrope
between survival and breaking.
This anger is a storm
I can’t outrun,
and I’ve learned...