In the Quiet of Becoming
Not all journeys take place on the open road; some are mapped within the heart.
I’ve learned more about myself
in the silence between breaths,
in the stillness of thoughts I once avoided.
I’ve felt the weight of habits,
heavy as the sky before rain,
carried by the winds of fear and old wounds.
It’s been painful,
pruning the parts of me
that no longer serve
and realizing
how deeply rooted they are,
how long they’ve lived in me
without permissio…



