To the Heart that had Waited

You’ve been sitting in the quiet,
not lost, but still,
as if the world outside
was too loud to bear.

I see you, though—
humming under the surface,
a rhythm too stubborn to quit.
You’ve been waiting,
and waiting is its own kind of strength,
a quiet rebellion against all that has tried to stop you.

It’s alright to stay low for a while,
to let the silence settle,
to carry the weight of unanswered questions
without rushing toward solutions.

But let me remind you:
you don’t owe the dark your loyalty.
You don’t belong to the shadows
that have lingered too long in your chest.

You are still here,
and that is no small thing.
Feel it: the steady thrum,
the echo of a life
that refuses to give in.

You don’t have to leap.
You don’t have to shine.
But one step—
just one—
could be enough to remind you
what it feels like to move again.

And when the world pulls you back,
say no.
Say yes.
Say anything that keeps you
closer to yourself
than to the weight you’ve been holding.

You are not finished.
This is not the end.
There is more waiting for you
than you’ve dared to believe.

So take the step,
even if it’s shaky,
even if it scares you.
Because being alive isn’t just enough—
it’s where everything begins.
You are a pulse,
a breath,
a story still unfolding.

And that next page is waiting for you.