Come What May

Come what may,

We do not bargain with the storm,

nor ask life to soften its grip.

We have learned

life was never meant to be perfect,

only deeply lived.

The cracks are not failures;

they are openings

where light finds its way in.

Every scar carries a lesson

perfection could never offer.

Come what may,

we walk with unanswered questions,

with days that fall short of our hopes,

with nights weighed down by doubt

yet we choose to rise

and call this living.

We no longer chase the illusion of flawlessness,

for completeness is a fragile myth.

Fulfilment grows quietly

in acceptance,

in showing up even when the path bends astray.

Come what may,

we measure life not by how smooth it runs

but by how deeply it moves us

by laughter that arrives uninvited,

by tears that cleanse more than they wound.

Let life remain imperfect

bent, bruised, unfinished.

We will still embrace it fully,

for a fulfilled life is not a perfect one,

but one lived with courage,

come what may.