Faith.

This is the part where I usually spiral.

I fear that because it hasn't happened yet, that it may never.

My thoughts grow dark.

I'm being seduced by my ego.

Drawing me in like a siren who knows my heart is still fragile.

I understand why it wants to draw me back

Comfort is its usual space.

But this time.

I was prepared.

I rehearsed what id5do if I got back here this time.

I rehearsed what I'd say.

I remembered what it'd feel like.

I reminded myself that this feeling is only temporary.

And that

On the other side of this

Is everything I asked for.

This is just the in between.

The unknown

The space I've given up every past version of myself for.

Now I'm here

Waiting patiently

For my exit

And my new beginning

With nothing but faith

As my guiding light.