toward a place that holds me.

the ground beneath me
shifts and fractures
as if overnight.

so much change.
so much difference.
all at once.

i'm bombarded with questions,
swept off my feet,
disoriented by a dizzying spiral of doubt.

i try to move through the blurred vision
that clouds my ability
to think clearly,
to see clearly.

so many options,
too many options.
the paradox of choice.

searching for a place to call home.
to rest.
to breathe deeply.
to finally settle into a new rhythm.
a new normal,
a new familiar
that gradually softens into routine.

a heartfelt desire
to find a steady container.
to hold,
to cradle,
to soothe me.

anxiously,
tiredly,
i keep searching
and searching
for that pocket of existence
that offers even a small sense of
security,
safety,
connection,
peace,
in a world that sometimes feels too big,
too frightening,
too heavy.

somewhere to provide respite,
temporary cover.

even as the world spins
and spins,
carrying me further
and further away
from myself,
from who i am,
deep down,
i know
this longing,
this ache to find a place,
a people
to call home
and mean it,
is also a sign
of something steady
stirring beneath the rubble.

a quiet reminder
that even in the overwhelm,
some part of me
is reaching forward.
tending to the life
i'm trying to grow.
trusting that what i seek
may be closer than it seems.

that the ache itself
is not a burden,
but a compass,
pointing toward a future
slowly forming,
coming into view
in its own divine timing.

trust this,
sweet one.

trust the slow unfurling.
trust the way forward
even before it becomes visible.

you are not lost.
you are arriving.

every step,
even the uncertain ones,
is a step worth taking.
a step that matters.

nothing here is wasted.
you are right where
you need to be.

keep going,
and remember,
your unfolding
has already begun.