All That I Am

She walked alone beneath a sky stitched with stars,
the kind of alone that doesn’t echo—
the kind that holds you.

When the ache grew loud,
she touched her chest—
and her hands lit with a glow shaped like eyes
she’d known her whole life.

Her mother’s eyes.
Not in shadow.
Not in absence.
But in every heartbeat, every step, every breath
that whispered—
I am because you are.