🌅 At the Edge of Enough ✨
The answer does not come when you are ready. ⏳
It comes when your hands have opened, 🤲
when the last thread of certainty has slipped between your fingers, 🧵
when you have stood at the edge of the known and whispered,
“I don’t know what happens next.” 🌌
And still—
you stay. 🫶
Not because you are fearless. 🦁
Not because you have mastered surrender. 🌊
Not because you secretly enjoy the waiting. ⏳
You stay because somewhere
beneath exhaustion, 😔
beneath doubt, 🌫️
beneath the long ache
of unanswered prayers, 🙏
there is a memory
your soul refuses to forget: 💫
You have been here before. 🔄
You have stood at a closing door 🚪
and thought it was the end. 🌑
You have watched the road disappear beneath your feet 👣
and still found another path. 🛤️
You have cried in the wilderness 🌲
and discovered you were not alone. 🤍
The miracle did not always arrive early. ⏰
Sometimes it came at the edge of enough. 🌅
At the final hour. 🕛
The last breath before dawn. 🌄
The moment you were certain you could not take one more step—
and then,
somehow,
you did. 👣✨
Maybe this is what faith really is: 🙏
not smiling while the storm rages, ⛈️
but continuing anyway. 🫂
Not loving uncertainty, 🌫️
but refusing to let it define you. 🦋
Not knowing the ending, 📖
yet choosing to keep writing. ✍️✨
So if you are weary,
be weary. 😮‍💨
If you are angry,
be honest. 🔥
If you need to rest at the side of the road,
then rest. 🌿🛌
But remember:
The waiting is not proof you have been forgotten. 🕊️
The silence is not absence. 🤫✨
And what you cannot yet see is not what is not coming. 👀🛤️
Look behind you. 👀🔙
Every impossible place you survived. 🏔️💪
Every door that opened only after you let go. 🚪✨
Every page of a life you once thought would end too soon. 📖🌱
This is your evidence. 🔍
Not hope without reason.
Not comfort without truth.
Evidence. ✨
You have already lived through what once felt unlivable. 🌊🫶
So if the answer feels delayed, ⏳
it is not denied.
It is arriving at the exact moment you are finally ready to recognize it. ❤️👁️
Until then—
do not stop. 🌟
Breathe. 🌬️
Step forward. 👣
Begin again if you must.
Because faith is not certainty. 🙏
It is movement when certainty is gone.
It is the quiet decision to keep going without guarantees.
And sometimes, it sounds like this:
“I don’t know what comes next.” 🌌
“But I will not stop here.” 🫶
And that is enough.
Not because the story is finished—
but because you are still in it. 📖✨
~
See the post @Gary Lang wrote that inspired this poem HERE.
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