FromThe PastLife

“Slowly, I Return”

I lost myself in noise and speed,
In chasing things I didn’t need.
But now I walk a softer lane —
One stitched with peace instead of pain.

I don’t arrive in grand display,
I show up gently, day by day.
A breath, a step, a choice to stay —
That’s how I find my healing way.

No need for loud, no need for race,
Just learning how to hold my space.
And every time I chose to learn,
A part of me begins to turn.