UNTYING THE KNOT

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At first, it was only the absence of weight~  
the way my knees forgot they were always sore,  
how the grocery bags swung lighter in my hands,  
how the elevator didn’t creak under me.  

Then, the silence became something I could touch~  
not the absence of sound, but the presence of  
something else. The space between breaths,  
the gentle whir of the fridge at 3 AM,  
the way rain hesitated before falling.  

I didn’t call it prayer, not yet.  
But I lifted my face upward  
like a plant uncertain of where the sun had gone,  
and for once, the light didn’t burn.  

Now, when I wake,  
the world is neither cruel nor kind~  
just is, just waiting.  
I used to beg for signs;  
now I recognize them  
in the empty parking space
waiting for me in a crowded parking lot,   
in the way the wind pulls at my coat  
saying follow.  

This isn’t just a realization~  
It’s the untying of a knot  
I didn’t know I was bound to.  
One day, I’ll stop asking  
if this is what it means to believe.

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