When Peace Found Me

There comes a hush,
after the storm that screamed in silence—
the kind of stillness that doesn’t ask for permission,
only presence
That’s when I knew peace had found me,
not in the noise of applause
but in the unspoken sanctuary
of souls who truly see me

Not the counterfeit kin,
not the shadow-laced smiles
that vanish when you rise—
I mean the ones who stay
Who hold the ladder steady
even when the climb is mine
The ones whose eyes light up
not with envy,
but with pride.

I’ve walked through rooms filled with
performances disguised as friendships—
choreographed concern,
envy laced with lipstick,
ego draped in empathy.
And I—I stayed too long,
shrinking so others could shine.
But no more.

Because now,
I sip tea with those who speak my name
only in reverence,
who don’t flinch at my fire,
who don’t flee when I weep,
who praise my rise
and cradle my fall
without needing a stage

My soul tribe found me
when I shed the costume,
when I stopped auditioning
for places that dimmed my spirit
They showed up like mirrors,
clear and kind,
reflecting not what I pretend to be,
but who I truly am—
in the raw, in the sacred,
in the stretch marks of becoming

It’s different here
There is no gossip in grace
No competition in connection
Just heartbeats aligned,
breaths shared in trust,
and love that asks for nothing
but authenticity

So now I exhale,
long and full—
a breath I’ve held since girlhood
And in this inhale of freedom,
in this room of real,
I know peace is not a destination
It’s a people
A vibration
A remembering
And I have come home—

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