It is done
Night falls,
and in my spirit
I feel the restless truth
that it was not in vain.
My body crawls forward,
my mind sustains me.
I broke apart,
left,
and built again.
I stood still,
inspired by moments,
surrounded by encounters.
They were not rhetoric,
but placements —
life putting things exactly where they belonged.
We all have them.
People just don’t see.
Life is made of moments,
of encounters,
of paths that guide us
to build what once felt unimaginable.
And there we stand,
still inspired,
still surrounded.
We learn our paths
without noticing.
We walk alone,
but never truly lonely.
We cry,
we fall,
yet we rise again
when the next call comes.
Here I am,
in this restless moment.
It has not been in vain.
I am still inspired.
I still encounter.
I finally see.
And I keep walking.
Thoubert Larus
Dedicated to myself — for the long nights, the faith, and the strength to bring these stories to life in my first published book, Life From Within.
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