Rooted In Faith

I am done

drafting escape routes.

No backup plans

folded in my pocket.

No contingency clauses

whispered to fear.

I release

the tight grip

of imagined deadlines.

Those man-made clocks

that told me

I was late

to my own becoming.

I choose faith—

not the loud kind,

the quiet kind

that sits beside me

when the world

asks for proof.

I move

without panic now.

Without rehearsing failure.

Without bargaining

with tomorrow.

God knows

where I’m going—

even when I don’t.

I walk by feeling.

By the soft pull

in my chest

that says—

this way.

Even when

the path

isn’t paved.

I let go

of urgency.

Of hustle

disguised as worth.

Of timelines

that never honored

my body,

my spirit,

my inheritance.

I trust the pause.

I trust the unfolding.

I trust

that what is mine

does not need chasing.

I am not late.

I am not behind.

I am not lost.

I am held.

And that—

is enough.