There’s something I almost overlooked because it didn’t seem impressive enough to my attention, and I have a history of confusing quiet with unworthy far too easily,
There’s something I almost overlooked because it didn’t seem impressive enough to my attention, and I only turned back because something in me refused to fully walk away,
How many quiet, unimpressive things have I already walked past without giving them a second look that is worth my attention,
There’s something I almost overlooked because it didn’t seem impressive enough to my attention, and I am finally looking closely enough to discover that was never lacking in meaning but I was simply looking for meaning in louder places…
I consistently opt for the safer, more promising choice over the one that genuinely captivates me, and I have called that wisdom when really it was just fear dressed in a safety,
I consistently opt for the safer, more promising choice over the one that genuinely captivates me, and the choosing has left me finished with things I never actually thought it was for me to finish,
Which one is actually compelling to me, and which one have I just been told I should intentionally desire,
I consistently opt for the safer, more promising choice over the one that genuinely captivates me, and I am following the pull without demanding that it arrive with proof of where it will actually lead…
There is a piece I finally finished that quietly opened a door on something I had shelved for years, and I never would have guessed the two doors were even speaking to each other,
There is a piece I finally finished that quietly opened a door on something I had shelved for years, and I wonder how many other doors are just waiting on me to finish something first that is needed to open the destined door,
What have I shelved that might actually be waiting on a completely different thing to unlock it,
There is a piece I finally finished that quietly opened a door on something I had shelved for years, and I finally understand that some things are not abandoned because they are finished, but because we were not yet ready to meet them…
I find myself constantly needing to see the entire road before I’m willing to admit that I don’t need to see it all at once, and the demanding has kept me standing at that same entrance for longer than I'd like to admit,
I find myself constantly needing to see the entire road before I’m willing to admit that I don’t need to see it all at once, after all, every road I’ve actually walked has only revealed itself a few steps at a time,
Do I actually need the whole map, or just enough light to take the next honest step, until I understand that perhaps clarity was never meant to illuminate the whole path—only enough of it for me to just keep going,
I find myself constantly needing to see the entire road before I’m willing to admit that I don’t need to see it all at once, and I am taking the next step without the map, discovering that I was never lacking direction; I was asking direction to become certainty before I trusted it..
Almost skipped, didn't look impressive enough,
The safer option over the one that pulls,
A door opened on something shelved for years,
Needing to see the whole road,
One step tonight, without the map,
