Your wishes were written long before your sight,
softly inscribed in the margins of light.
Your dreams were never fragile or far,
they lived where your deepest beginnings are.
What’s meant for you does not drift or stray,
it moves with the patience of night into day.
Not lost, not delayed, not denied by fate,
only awaiting its destined state.
Time is no enemy standing above,
but a careful sculptor of strength and of love.
Shaping your spirit, steady and wise,
preparing your hands for your own sunrise.
Nothing you seek has wandered away,
nothing you hope for has faded to grey.
The journey you walk, the road you pursue,
is simply the world aligning with you.
And when it arrives, as all things do,
you’ll feel what was always silently true.
No sudden miracle, no unknown call
just the gentle knowing: it was yours all along.
AlAnoud Writes 
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