“The Voice I Was Waiting For Was Inside Me All Along”

I called for you in the darkest hour,

When truth was heavier than my breath,

When the floor beneath my fragile soul

Was crumbling softly into death.

My pain stood tall, undefeated still,

And silence echoed through my chest.

I whispered prayers into the void

Like some old pilgrim seeking rest.

But you took time to come my way,

Your footsteps slow, your presence late.

And while I waited in the dust,

My trembling knees surrendered to fate.

Then suddenly within my mind

A gentle warmth began to rise—

A quiet figure shaped from hope

With patient hands and knowing eyes.

She fought the winter in my heart,

She stilled the storm inside my soul,

She held the pieces of my grief

And slowly made the broken whole.

I spoke to her through tears and pain,

Words I could barely dare confess.

She listened like the endless sky

That never turns away distress.

Her hand reached out through shadowed thought,

A light within my weary mind.

And where despair had made its home

She left a different truth behind.

Yes, you are right—I called for you

When shattered glass cut through my feet,

When desperation filled my lungs

And every breath felt incomplete.

I saw your gate upon the hill,

A path engraved with my own name.

I held the key within my palm

And knew that life was not a game.

Yet still you lingered far away,

A distant answer to my plea.

But something stronger rose within—

A strength I did not know in me.

She gently pushed me toward the dawn,

Placed purpose firmly in my sight.

And suddenly the road ahead

Was brighter than the endless night.

Now I return with steadier steps,

My wounded heart no longer numb.

The voice I waited for so long

Was never meant to truly come.

Because the truth I failed to see

Through all the sorrow I passed through—

The strength that pulled me from the dark

Was always living deep inside me too.

So yes, you’re right—I called your name

With every broken breath of truth.

But now I stand, reclaimed at last—

And that, my friend, is living proof.