A Conversation with Time

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Hi Time, it’s just me

I’m whispering to you

from the quiet hour

between who I was

and who I’m becoming

the corridor of memory

the doorway of tomorrow

the fragile bridge

of this very moment

I am standing here

with pockets full of yesterdays

and hands still empty

of what tomorrow holds

Time, you watched me

when I was small

when my dreams were

bigger than the sky

you saw my first courage

my first breaking

my first moment

of learning how to breathe

through disappointment

you carried away

the voices that doubted me

you kept the echoes

of laughter

somewhere safe

like an unseen sculptor

you chipped away

at the stone of my fears

slowly

patiently

turning rough edges

into quiet strength

the lines on my face

the lessons in my bones

the stories in my eyes

all signatures

of your passing

I used to fear you

your ticking footsteps

your endless forward march

but now I see

you were never chasing me

you were guiding me

through open doors

through closed chapters

through storms

and sudden sunlight

and here I stand

at another edge

of another beginning

not afraid

not lost

because I finally understand

every second

every stumble

every small miracle

was shaping the wings

I didn’t know

I was growing.

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