An Inspired Poem: The One I’ve Been Waiting For

No sirens called, no trumpets blew,
No distant figure split the sky in two.
No hand reached down, no map unfurled
Just silence and the ache of waiting.

I lit candles for guidance,
set out chairs for mentors not arriving,
prayed for signs, for rescue,
for someone to name me worthy
of my own becoming.

And then in the hush between breaths,
a voice. Not loud. Not foreign.

It was mine.

Cracked but clear,
familiar as old shoes,
unexpected as spring in the desert.
It said:

No one is coming.
Because no one needs to.
You are the spark. The light. The source.
You are the answer wrapped in the question.
You are the one you’ve been waiting for.

So I rose, not saved, but seen.
Not chosen, but choosing.

And that made all the difference.