Patience

Patience

The quiet art of staying

I stopped asking time

to hurry on my behalf.

Stopped pressing my ear

to the door of becoming.

Patience is not waiting

with clenched teeth.

It is staying open

when nothing answers yet.

It is learning how to breathe

inside the unanswered question

without calling it failure,

without calling myself late.

Patience sits beside me

like an old friend

who doesn’t fill the silence,

just makes it safe.

It teaches me that roots grow

in the dark first.

That nothing sacred rushes

its own unfolding.

Some days patience feels like trust.

Other days it feels like grief

with its hands unclenched.

Both are honest.

I am not behind.

I am listening.

I am allowing life

to finish its sentence.

And when the moment arrives—

not forced, not chased—

I recognize it

because patience taught me

how to see.

— Flower InBloom ♡