You stand on the threshold where every beginning begins
where endings crumble quietly into new skin
You want to leap ahead skip the ache skip the how
but the future kneels only before the power of now
No rewind amends the choices that broke
no fast-forward burns away the unspoken smoke
Still in your hands rests a silent vow—
to breathe to rise to return to now
Even destiny waits for your next breath
for courage rewritten after every near-death
And as time unfolds like a whispered bow
you see that becoming happens only now