Short Story | I Am Properly Here / Stories Like Poetry

I could not raise my voice.
The courage to raise my hand, and the feet to step forward,
were always a little late.

Even so,
I mixed nameless breath into the morning air,
and stood firmly at an angle that no one would notice.

My voice is small.
But it has not disappeared.
Deep in my chest, it is trembling properly.

Even if I am not seen,
even if I am not called,
this body heat is no lie.

Even if my shadow is faint,
there is properly ground beneath my feet.

Just the fact that I am living today
is already enough.

Remaining a small voice,
I am properly here.

I am weaving small stories called [Stories Like Poetry].
If today's story touched your heart,
──that alone makes me happy. Thank you.
I will continue to gently put the light and shadows of each day into words.
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