Map of Small Tomorrows

I drew a map of small tomorrows

Not big dreams, just lighter sorrows

A bench, a book, a morning train

A sky that doesn’t taste like rain

I used to think I needed more

Now I just want a steady floor

To stand on when the memories sway

To choose myself in simple ways

I’m healing in inches, not in miles

Collecting ordinary smiles

If you ever wonder where I went

I’m building peace in the time I spent

The streets are new, but I’m the same

A softer voice, a gentler flame

I wave at strangers, let them pass

Like sunlight moving through a glass

Some love becomes a lesson learned

Not something lost, but something turned

Into a compass in the dark

A quiet, careful little spark