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A quiet light touches the edge of my name.

I learned how to carry questions gently,
like glass I didn’t want to drop.
Every answer asked me to hurry,
but my body kept choosing stop.

I mistook movement for meaning,
kept counting steps instead of breath.
But nothing true ever chased me—
it waited where I finally rested.

Something loosens when I let go
of who I thought I had to be.

I don’t have to force what’s already real.
I don’t have to run to be alive.
What’s meant for me finds me in stillness—
I am safe inside my own becoming.

I softened the grip around the future,
and it leaned closer instead of leaving.
Turns out peace isn’t passive—
it’s brave enough to stop proving.

Every version of me that survived
was trying to protect something tender.
Now I choose the life that feels like home,
not louder—just truer.

I feel the moment open slowly,
like a door that never locked.

I don’t have to force what’s already real.
I don’t have to run to be alive.
What’s meant for me finds me in stillness—
I am safe inside my own becoming.

Truth doesn’t shout.
Truth stays.

I return to myself again and again,
and find I was never behind.

I let the silence finish the sentence.