Wordle#474

The Place Inside

I did not need to travel to China to find the ancient road.

It was already inside me—a high and hidden place where old dreams waited with quiet hunger.

There was a plea in my chest I could no longer pretend not to hear.

I was shy of my own becoming, afraid to start, afraid to think too deeply about what might change if I finally listened.

But wonder has a way of opening the door softly.

And there I was—not lost, not late, only arriving where my soul had been calling me all along.

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