The Space Before I Return

I did not know I was lost.

I was becoming what life required.
What the days required.
What survival required.

I called it living
because I was breathing.

I called it choosing
because my hands kept opening doors.

But somewhere beneath the noise,
a quiet part of me
had gone untouched
for years.

Waiting.

I had been living from old weather.

From what hurt me.
From what frightened me.
From what taught me
to disappear
while still being seen.

I had been moving from wounds
I had not yet faced.

I had been choosing from fear
and calling it wisdom.

I had been strong
because strength was needed.

I had been capable
because life did not pause
to ask what I had lost.

I had been surviving so faithfully
that survival began
to look like a life.

Then something broke.

Something cracked
in the structure
I had mistaken
for myself.

And I felt it.

The kind of pain
that enters the body
and takes away
every performance.

I thought I knew pain.

But this one brought me
to a place beneath language.

A place where I could not push.
Could not produce.
Could not become useful enough
to escape myself.

And still,
inside that breaking,
there was a pull.

Not forward yet.
Not backward only.

Inward.

Toward the quiet self
I had lost touch with
without knowing.

The self who did not need
to be fixed.

Only met.

The self who needed presence
before purpose.

This is the threshold
I find myself in.

The place between
the life I survived
and the life I am learning
to meet awake.

I am between.

Between endings and beginnings.

Between what shaped me
and what I am now willing to see.

Between the old ways
that kept me alive
and the gentler ways
I do not yet know how to trust.

I am learning that grace
is the space that holds me
while I am still unfinished.

Grace is the hand
that does not rush the wound.

Grace is the voice that says,
you do not have to abandon yourself
to be loved.

I am learning compassion
as a way of returning.

Compassion as truth
with warm hands.

Compassion as the courage
to look at myself
without turning away.

Compassion as the beginning
of relating to myself dearly.

To return with gentleness.

To awaken without shame.

To meet what was lost
without blaming the one
who had to survive.

I do not know
all of who I am becoming.

But I know this:

I am not willing
to abandon myself
unconsciously.

I am here now.

At the threshold.

Listening.

Not rushing.

Not performing.

Returning.

And something in me,
quiet and alive,
is beginning
to open.

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