The Voice Within the Mirror
I’ve come to see that my path doesn’t need to be compared
because it’s not trying to be better, or louder, or even different.
It just is. And the more I walk it, the more peaceful it feels.
Not because I have all the answers,
but because I’ve stopped looking outside for permission to walk it.
I used to wonder if others like me existed, those who walk quietly between things,
who see the world not as it’s told, but as it feels
beneath the surface. Now I know: they’ve always been here.
At every point in time, there have been people holding the edge
not to control the narrative, but to balance it.
To offer one more angle. A softer perception.
A mirror tilted just enough to catch the hidden light.
What I’ve come to trust is this:
words can be beacons. Not because they’re explained,
but because they’re felt, by the right person, at the right time.
You don’t need a crowd to matter.
You don’t need to be understood by everyone.
Because truth doesn’t shout, it simply stands.
Quiet. Unmoving. Waiting for the ones who can feel it.
No one voice reigns supreme in this world.
The only voice that truly matters is the one inside.
Your own path, seen through your own mirror.
That is where the real work begins.
