Steven LaChance Blog

The world is restless.
The walls speak in riddles of decline.
I have lived enough unfairness
to know it rarely gives back what it steals.

But I am not alone.
I sit in the quiet with Rick’s laughter
still echoing in the room,
a thread of warmth that refuses to break.
Happiness is not a thunderclap.
It is the brush of his hand across mine,
the steady rhythm of two lives
woven into one song.

You cannot spend every moment
waiting for hate to return.
It is here.
It has always been here.
And still, we rise in defiance,
claiming joy in spite of it.

The dark cannot undo this.
It cannot unmake the mornings we share,
the plans whispered over coffee,
the stubborn joy of knowing
we built love where none was promised to us.

I have one life.
I will not let them take it.
I hold my blessings close,
each one a flame,
enough to guide us through the storm.