Sometimes the soul grows tired
not from walking,
but from standing still -
from waiting at doors
that never open,
from holding out light
for those who never arrive.
Patience, once a virtue,
turns to ache.
Hope frays
in the quiet corners of the heart.
And one day,
without anger,
without ceremony,
the soul simply sighs,
closes the door,
and starts walking again -
not away,
but toward its own peace.
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