My Raw Unscripted Life

I asked for a sign, a tether, a “no,”
And the answer returned as “wait.”
But my heart held a truth that wanted to flow,
Unburdened by fear or the weight of fate.

I sat with the silence, I felt for the knot.
Was this urgency? Anxiety? A need to be heard?
But the pulse was steady; it was not
A frantic reach for a soothing word.

It was coherent. Regulated. Whole.
A quiet alignment of spirit and bone.
So I spoke from that center, I spoke from my soul,
Knowing the timing was purely my own.

The magic wasn’t in what was said,
Or how the world chose to respond.
But in how I stepped past the doubt in my head
And found the deep well that lies beyond.

I realized then, in a flash of light,
That guidance isn’t a debt I owe.
It isn’t a star in the distance of night,
But a warmth in the chest that I already know.

Source is not separate, a voice from above,
But the rhythm of truth I am learning to wear.
It is no longer borrowed; it is woven with love,
A memory returning. A permanent prayer.