What Inside Me Is Eternal

What inside me is eternal,

a fire that never flickers,

a river that never dries,

a whisper that cannot be silenced.

It begins in the quiet moments,

in the space between my breath and thought,

where shadows touch the edges of my mind

and I find the pulse of something infinite.

It is in the laughter I have lost,

in the tears I thought were forgotten,

in the corners of my heart

where memory burns like sunlight through glass.

What inside me is eternal,

is not bound by time,

not chained by failure,

not silenced by fear.

It rises when the world is heavy,

when darkness presses close,

when hope feels thin,

it reminds me:

I am more than what I see.

It is the echo of voices I will never hear,

the warmth of hands I will never touch,

the courage I did not know I had,

the love I thought I lost,

all converging in a light

that refuses to fade.

Sometimes I close my eyes

and feel it swirl like wind in the trees,

like rain on a rooftop,

like the gentle insistence of the sun

cracking through a stormy sky.

It does not ask permission,

it does not plead,

it simply exists,

and in its existence

I am whole.

What inside me is eternal,

is the song that refuses to end,

the flame that cannot die,

the truth that whispers always:

you are enough,

you are infinite,

you are here.

And when all else fades,

when voices grow silent

and footsteps echo no more,

it will remain—

quiet, steadfast, eternal.