Adena M'lynn's Voice

Some people say life is like a box of chocolates— silky choices, soft centers, surprises wrapped in gold foil like blessing after blessing waiting to be unwrapped. But me? My life… my life is more like a dollar-store pack of cherry sours. Yeah— those bright red, round little lies that look sweet at first glance, glassed-over in sugar like they came from a childhood dream. You pick one up, thinking  finally — this one’s gonna be good. This one’s gonna melt sweet on the tongue, go down easy, be the kind of comfort you don’t have to brace yourself for. And the first one? Oh, the first one never misses. It hits you with that candy-coated promise— that  this  time, this moment, this chapter might actually be soft. That maybe the world has finally decided to taste like kindness. So you crave another. Another little red candleball to light up the dark with sugar and hope. But the next one? That next bite? It betrays you. Sour. Sharp. Like a memory you thought you swallowed years...

By Adena M’lynn When the night feels heavier than my heart can hold, I close my eyes and there you are— I imagine your hand folded into mine, steady, sure, sharing a strength that feels like home. I don’t need much. Not grand speeches, not the world’s applause— just the warmth of a hello, the soft weight of “How are you?” and the quiet balm of “I was thinking of you.” You mean the world to me. Not the pedestal type.  But the comforting kind, in the moments when my soul shivers, I find my way back by imagining your hand in mine— and— I can breathe again.