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somewhere,
someone is praying
for the life you call ordinary
the coffee gone cold,
the traffic,
the quiet bed waiting each night.
they dream of steady light,
of mornings that arrive
without hunger or fear,
of laughter that costs nothing.
gratitude isn’t loud,
it doesn’t announce itself
it hums beneath your heartbeat,
a soft reminder
that enough is a sacred word.
to live simply,
to breathe without pleading for air
that, too, is grace.
i write for those who forget
how lucky normal can be.
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