My Time Keeps Knocking

6 days ago

I test places because one room steadies me while another fills my head with borrowed static and hurry,
I test places learning that what nourishes someone else may drain me before I name the feeling,
I test places refusing to shame myself for needing conditions that let my mind breathe honestly,
I test places, am I forcing myself into noise just to look adaptable to others,
I test places until I find where my inner voice stops whispering…

I watch currents moving through crowds and trends without handing them the keys to my direction,
I watch currents curious about what people chase while guarding the right not to chase it too,
I watch currents letting culture brush past me without stitching itself onto my skin,
I watch currents am I just observing the movement or getting carried because standing still feels lonely,
I watch currents and learn distance can also be a form of belonging…

I lower voices, the inner ones that recite old verdicts whenever I approach something meaningful to create,
I lower voices, the ones that call me late or lacking or foolish before I have even begun,
I lower voices, because fear loves to sound practical when it wants to keep me small,
I lower voices, am I hearing truth right now or only an old wound using my memory,
I lower voices, and a clearer rhythm starts tapping beneath the noise…

I step forward, when the hour arrives asking participation instead of another polished excuse,
I step forward, knowing readiness often comes after movement and rarely before it,
I step forward, carrying doubt beside me rather than waiting for it to disappear politely,
I step forward, can I honor this calling without needing everyone around me to agree,
I step forward, because my time keeps knocking whether I answer or not, and delay does not stop the hour from passing…

Watchwords:
Where my inner voice stops
Distance can be belonging
Old wound using my tongue
Readiness comes after movemen
My time keeps knocking

Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”..

As and will always be reminding you to dream:
“As you are still the Master of your destiny and the maker of your dreams…”

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