Poem – After the comparison quieted
After the comparison quieted
There came a morning when I noticed the world
was no longer a ladder.
No rungs.
No climbing.
Just the soft slope of a hillside breathing under a pale sky.
I stood there, unsure at first —
my body still shaped by years of reaching,
measuring,
trying to earn a place that was never taken from me.
But the wind moved through the grass
without preference,
and something in me
leaned toward its honesty.
I felt the spine lift,
not in pride,
but in recognition.
A widening in the ribs,
as if space had always been mine
and I was only now remembering.
The old vigilance loosened.
The scanning fell away.
And in the quiet that followed I found myself belonging
in a way ambition never gave me.
No one was ahead.
No one behind.
Even the horizon seemed to rest.
I walked a few steps forward — not to prove,
not to stand out,
but simply because I had a life to move into.
And in the hush of that small movement
I heard a truth that felt like home:
My presence is already enough.
The world did not need me to rise above it.
It needed me to stand in it fully.
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