Quiet courage with a loud echo

There was a moment
when the sky felt larger than my fear.

Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Just a quiet knowing
that I was not meant
to stay small.

I left the rain for the salt,
familiar for endless,
certainty for mistery
that burned brighter than comfort.

The ocean did not promise ease —
only depth.
Only movement.
Only becoming.

At eighteen
my hands trembled
While my heart was steady.

Some dreams ask politely.
Mine pulled like the tide —
steady, unbreakable,
Passionate but pure.

So I followed it.

Across water.
Across doubt.
Across the version of myself
that almost chose to stay safe.

Now the sun rises differently here.
It feels earned.
It feels like proof
that courage can be quiet
and still change everything.

I am not who I was
in the rain.

I am salt,
and light,
and motion.

I am building a life
that feels like standing
at the edge of the ocean —

limitless.