The Everything

The Everything:

I am the whisper before the word,

The silence that begs to be heard.

I’m the hush that falls before truth is said,

The breath you hold, the thoughts you’ve fled.

I am the spark before the fire,

The hush behind a deep desire.

The rhythm pulsing in your chest,

The sleepless mind that cannot rest.

I am the dawn before the light,

The stillness draped in silver night.

The stars that watch with timeless eyes,

The hidden truth in every lie.

I am the thread in every weave,

The one you never thought to grieve.

I am the joy that pain can bring,

The winter whispering of spring.

I am the echo, faint but real,

The wound that learns how not to feel.

The dream that slips between your hands,

The wave that shapes the silent sands.

I am the past you can’t erase,

The future waiting face to face.

The voice you heard when all was still,

The aching space that won’t yet fill.

I am the scent of rain on stone,

The quiet when you’re most alone.

The tear that slips without a sound,

The roots that dig deep underground.

I’m in the look you never caught,

The answer wrapped in every thought.

The question resting on your tongue,

The lullaby you’ve always sung.

I am the beat within the drum,

The place you leave, yet still become.

The wind that knows your every fear,

The hope that keeps you drawing near.

I am the start before the end,

The stranger who becomes a friend.

The shadow stretched across your wall,

The voice that caught you mid-fall.

I am the flame inside the storm,

The soul that breaks to be reborn.

The laugh that rises through your tears,

The courage buried in your fears.

I am the snow on summer's day,

The light that doesn’t look away.

The truth you feel but cannot speak,

The strength you hold when you feel weak.

I am the ink that writes your name,

The fire dancing in your shame.

The hand that reaches through your doubt,

The storm you learn to walk without.

I am the glass you cannot see,

The cage you build to set you free.

The silence loud in crowded rooms,

The rose that blossoms in old tombs.

I am the ache you learn to love,

The cage below, the sky above.

The path you take with trembling feet,

The wound you tend, the joy you meet.

I am the mirror and the face,

The vanishing and still the place.

I am the song inside your chest,

The voice that urges you to rest.

I am the fall, the rise, the climb,

The echo of forgotten time.

I am the nothing and the all,

The smallest truth, the endless call.

The breath, the flame, the dark, the light—

The one who walks with you at night.

I am the hush, the break, the bend—

The everything that will not end.

So when you search for who you are,

Look not just to the nearest star.

Look in the tear, the word unsaid—

The space between the things you dread.

For I am there in every part,

In shattered soul and mending heart.

Not just the light or stormy sea—

But all of it.

I am The Everything.

And you are part of me.