it takes a while to understand
no soul arrives with steady hands
we wait for life to bloom complete
like finished roads beneath our feet.
but time reveals in quiet light
there is no map that gets it right
no voice above, no hidden key
just who we choose ourselves to be.
the days shape us in subtle ways
through restless nights and shifting days
each fear we face, each hope we keep
becomes the ground beneath our feet.
we are not carved by fate alone
nor built from words that others own
we rise from all we dare pursue
from every loss we travel through.
and though the truth comes slow and late
through every wound and twist of fate
you learn your life is not found new
you build it slowly, piece by true piece, through you.
the smallest choice, the faintest spark
can light a fire inside the dark
and all you are begins to grow
the moment you decide to know.
life changed the day you chose your way
and let the borrowed masks decay
for being strange was never wrong
it was the place where you belonged
you quit performing for the crowd
no longer shrinking to fit aloud
and like a seed beneath the stone
you found the strength to be your own
the things you hid with silent shame
became the fire that shaped your name
each scar transformed to something bright
like stars that teach the dark its light
and then you saw what freedom meant
not something won, but something spent
in every moment lived as true
in every part returned to you
for life is lighter when it's yours
when no disguise remains indoors
and peace arrives the day you see
your truest self was meant to be
the ocean never keeps one face
it shifts through wonder, wrath, and grace
its restless heart is carved by sky
where storms are born and currents lie.
the winds arrive without a sound
and turn familiar waters round
the charts i drew with careful care
are scattered like salt in the air.
i fought the waves with clenched resolve
insisting life should not evolve
but seas ignore what pride demands
and slip untouched through grasping hands.
so slowly i unlearned the fight
and learned to sail through darkened night
to read the stars when shores were gone
and trust the coming of the dawn.
for courage is not calming seas
or bringing tempests to their knees
it is the art of standing true
when every wave is passing through.
and though the tide may pull away
what once seemed certain in the day
the soul grows stronger with each bend
and finds its course beyond the end.
