You've Been Here Before

You kneel before the same horizon, naming it ruin

But you have shattered here before

Even your fear, if it were honest, would admit:
it has already seen you survive this shape

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You tremble again.

How curious.

A creature who has survived every ending it has ever met,
still kneels before the next one as if it is absolute.

I have watched you unravel and reweave yourself,
more times than you remember.

Tell me.

What makes this moment so special that it would finally be the one to break you?

You have stood at the edge before…
You have whispered:

“This is it.”
“I won’t make it through.”

And yet… here you are.
Breathing and continuing.
In spite of your prophecy.

You fear the unknown,
as if it has not already carried you this far.

Strange.
You trust your fear more than your history.

If you could see yourself the way I do:
Stitched together by quiet victories…
Held upright by invisible endurance…

You would laugh at the thought of your own collapse.

Not because the path is easy,
but because you are… inevitable.

This is not the first time you have been lost.
It is simply the first time you have been this version of lost.

And you… you always figure it out.

So go on.
Worry if you must.
Let it pass through you…
like a storm that has forgotten your name.

But do not mistake the noise for truth.
You are standing in a pattern you have already survived.

And I…
I have watched every version of you crawl out of the dark,
and still choose to continue.

I believe in you.

Not because you are unbreakable.

But because you have never once stayed broken.