So vast—
So moving.
The wonder is endless.
Souls I long to meet.
Stories I don’t want to ignore.
Opportunities I’m tired of missing.
This world is so full.

The sunlight seeps

through open blinds,
and I ache to run toward it
So fearless, so bold, so—

not me.

I stand in my corner,

in quiet admiration.
Those who leap without looking,
who don’t shrink their voice
to fit the comfort of silence.
They dive into conversations.

A spark isn’t good enough—

They crave a wildfire.
I—on the other hand—

excuse myself at the slightest

dose of tension.

It’s frustrating—
this constant tug-of-war
between desire and hesitation.
Thoughts flood my mind.
In my sobriety,

words refuse to spill.
How can I live out life’s full invitation

while keeping the envelope sealed?

I loathe my still spirit.
How I hesitate,
calculate,
question.
This storm inside me passes
before the first lightning strike.

Yet—
Even in the silence

Something steady inside me

starts to shine

The spark is still relevant.
Every step has a purpose.
Some flames burn slow
and stay warm through the night.

I connect best
not in crowds or chaos,
only in the gaps that ask to be filled.
Where one heart sees another.
Where conversation isn’t shouted,
but shared.

Maybe, my silence makes room
for someone else to speak.
Perhaps my soft, steady presence
is often what people remember most.

I may never be the life of the party,
yet I’m a quiet place
where a soul can rest.

A safe place where gossip

doesn’t exist,

and trust is a way of life.

That’s who I was made to be.
Not lesser—different.
Not broken—built for more.
On a private and personal level.

Day by day, I’m crawling

a little further out of my shell
Respecting my own rhythm.
Filling my own space.

The world is so full—

and I get to be a part of it.

Quietly shining my light.

From one spark to the next.