UNFOLDING

Maybe not today, and maybe not in the soft hush of tomorrow, but someday, when the stars align in quiet rebellion, everything I’ve waited for will begin to make sense. The ache that has lived in my chest will loosen its grip. The longing that once kept me up at night will soften into something gentler, like a lullaby. Sleepless nights will turn into distant memories, like constellations in a sky that once trembled with fear, but now stands steady and sure.

One day, I will rise not as someone barely getting by, but as the author of my own story, ink-stained, unshaken, and unapologetically alive. I won’t flinch when happiness comes. I won’t hold my breath when things feel good, waiting for them to fall apart. Instead, I’ll dance through uncertainty, barefoot in the middle of life’s storms, no longer afraid of falling, because I’ll know I can always rise.

I will stop tasting life in tiny sips, afraid of taking too much. I’ll stop clinging to broken pieces, stop bowing to doubt. I will finally stretch into the full space of who I am meant to be. I will breathe without guilt. I will live without shrinking. And for the first time, I will call this life mine.

When that moment comes, when morning feels like a warm embrace instead of a weight, I won’t be the person who ran themselves ragged chasing validation. I won’t be the one who forgot to live while trying to prove they were enough. I’ll sit in the stillness, not in fear, but in peace. I’ll let joy find me exactly where I am, without begging, without chasing.

That will be my season ,not given by chance, not won by luck, but earned. Because I will have become the fire I once begged the world to ignite in me.