Behind the facade,
my doubts move like insects in the dark—
small, quick, hard to name.

But curiosity survives,
even when the day turns bitter,
even when I feel torn
by every careless hit,
every old sting.

I have been restless, yes.
I have watched hope wear thin,
watched the massive weight of silence
make the heart seem frail.

Still, I strip away
what was never mine to carry.

And there—
beneath the ache,
beneath the noise—
something still glows.

Not certainty.
Not peace.
Just enough hope
to begin again.

— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫