I live my life through the words I write
Steps small, steps slow,
are still steps taken,
progress,
no matter their direction.
Even if no one else is watching,
knows your destination
or knows the space you’ve traveled,
you do.
You know.
The journey is long, and slow,
and relies on you to find, and lead, the way.
A worthy journey,
a transformative journey,
to love.
I see how hard you push yourself
to chase your dreams
and become the best version of you.
It will never end,
this admirable quest you pursue.
Even when you feel alone
and question your purpose,
keep going,
for I see you,
and I believe in you.
Back home
to reality
of the daily routine
mundane in comparison
to protected time in a bubble, for sport.
Back to the dishes piled high in the sink,
dust settled on the furniture,
the pen and paper on the kitchen counter
picked up every now and then
to note another to-do
not to be forgotten.
Back to the commitment
of, every day,
working to better myself,
carving away more marble from the sculpture
of the life I want to live,
bringing it into the light.
Dawning Words 