joy

This poem names two nervous systems. One carries pain like a stone, the braced body under chronic load, still holding a threat it never healed. The other sets it down in the open light and observes and learns without the constant brace. The difference isn’t how much pain arrives. It’s whether the system can let it move fluidly from a place of fear to a place of trust. Trusting that you can hold and manage whatever flows through you.