In the midst of all the noise, I paused—
not out of defeat,
but revelation.
It wasn’t that I lost control;
I simply let go
of the illusion I ever had it.
Now, I walk slowly,
my soul’s eyes wider than my body’s.
There are moments you don’t understand—
you feel them.
And this is one of them.
I’m searching for what can’t be seen,
for what doesn’t shout,
but holds.
For what doesn’t answer,
but reshapes the question.
Today,
my faith has no name,
but it has a shape.
And I let myself fall—
not to escape,
but to listen.
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