roots

New places, new people, new roots. 🤍

A year of quiet courage,

where belonging quietly bloomed—

as patience learned its proof.

The map was unfamiliar then,

every street a name to learn,

every doorway still unopened,

every corner waiting its turn.

Home arrived without announcement,

not in grand or striking ways,

but through ordinary moments

gathered slowly into days.

A familiar face at morning,

a favourite path beneath the sky,

small certainties taking shape

where questions used to lie.

Roots stretched deeper than I noticed,

hidden from the passing view.

By the time they held me steady,

this place had become home too.