I learned that some roads
are meant to be walked alone
that emptiness can sing a lullaby
and waiting is a kind of courage

In my hunger years, I have learned
that sometimes the emptiness is the doorway
and the ache, is a guide to the heart's true hunger
not to possess, but to become whole.

For love is not a feast to devour
but a flame to be tended softly and slow
That knowledge is a journey, not a destination

I have come to know that strength is not always loud
sometimes it's the softness of a breath held steady
the courage to feel deeply and to be vulnerable
to embrace the unknown without fear

In this sacred unfolding, I find that being alone is not
loneliness
but an invitation to meet myself fully
to listen to the voice within
and to trust that the heart's hunger is a compass
leading me home to who I am meant to be