The past weaves its quiet knots —
threads so light, they almost float.
Sometimes it leads us back
to places we never meant to revisit.
But in every little tangle
there is a soft glow,
a trace of what we have already lived through.
And when we touch it carefully,
the path ahead becomes a little lighter.
For right where it once hurt,
a quiet strength unfolds —
the kind that gently carries us
forward.
