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…