The Shift

for July 31st the morning Heaven turned toward herself This morning did not need thunder to feel like a storm. It arrived in quiet the kind of quiet that holds truth between its teeth. No tears, just a room of whispers: her journal, her sister’s breath, the ache that wore no name, and the silence of a love that never truly held her. July is leaving packing its bags with all the maybes, the half held dreams, and the pages where she searched for her name in someone else’s story. But not today. Not anymore. Today, she turns. Away from waiting for words he never said. Away from the smile that always came with an apology tucked beneath it. Today, she comes home. To her. To the girl with ideas too wild to be dimmed. To the student with books to conquer, formulas to wrestle, and late night study lights to burn. To the dreamer with seedling businesses planted deep in her chest. To the future the woman rising on the other side of heartbreak. She leaves the love story on the shelf for now. Not because it doesn’t matter, but because she does. And that is the first page