A Poem From Me, For Me
I am learning myself
in the pause between chapters—
after who I was let go,
before who I’m becoming speaks clearly.
This space is quiet,
but not empty.
It hums with remembering,
with questions I finally let breathe.
Here, I sift through what I carried
out of habit, out of love, out of fear—
and keep only what still feels like mine.
The in-between does not rush me.
It teaches me to listen.
And slowly, honestly,
I begin to recognize my own voice again.
May you trust the quiet season enough to meet yourself there—and honor who you are becoming.
With grace,
Letters from the In-Between