by Hayley F.
it’s not sparks of fire or gold
it’s just molecules, nested within
a life that begins again and again
not loudly, always reused
with a charge that repeats, a lasting bond
a breath enters, body willing
oxygen weaves through rivers of blood
like a message whispered
to a crowded room
and carbon awaits
its chains forming the frame
on which we hang memories.
in cells that cage billions of things
enzymes unlock doors
one by one
with keys shaped by billions of years.
so you are not static or waiting
there is always something
to do, to change
you are a living reaction
always shifting
always creating
hope folded into proteins
grief stored in hormones
joy flashing across synapses
like glimmers of starlight.
we think of love as feeling
but even that is chemistry
and maybe that’s the real miracle
that from the dust of stars
came a body that can
heal
hold
and wonder why.
About the Author
Hayley writes at the intersection of advocacy, medicine, and storytelling, using words to explore human experience, health, and the power of voice in everyday life.