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Perhaps the greatest thing

I will ever build

will never stand upon a hill

or carry my name.

Perhaps no one will ever applaud it.

Because the finest work of my life

is happening quietly within me.

In the thoughts I no longer believe.

The wounds I refuse to pass on.

The boundaries I have finally learned

are another form of love.

It is in choosing kindness

when bitterness would be easier.

In admitting when I am wrong.

In forgiving myself for who I was

before I knew better.

There are victories no one will ever see,

the moment I pause instead of reacting,

the day I stop returning

to what diminishes me, or

the morning I look into the mirror

and speak to myself with tenderness.

I am learning there is

no finish line to becoming.

No perfect version of me

waiting somewhere ahead.

Only this beautiful, unfinished life,

asking me each day to become a little more

honest, a little more conscious,

a little more compassionate,

a little more myself.

And perhaps one day I will look back

and realise the greatest thing

I ever created was not something

I owned or achieved, but the person

I quietly became while nobody

was watching.