Ready When It Comes

I once was frozen, held by stillness

Held by hunger for signals that never came

I shaped my fear into paper boats

and let hesitation drift like broken frames

But longing taught me to fold my doubts

Sun‑bleached sails now rise above

I built small tremors into quiet vows

The breeze becomes my proving ground

I am ready when it comes

My paper ships have learned to run

I’ve stretched my sails across the silent sky

I’m standing here—no longer just undone

When the wind finds me, I won’t succumb

I am ready when it comes

I measured nights in unread texts

Heartbeats echoed in unspoken rooms

Now I weave resolve in every breath

Anticipation stitched inside looms

I’ve gathered courage from day‑night seams

Sun‑worn doubts now wave and hum

I’ve laid foundations from timid dreams

Wind‑borne purpose says I’ve come

I am ready when it comes

My paper ships have learned to run

I’ve stretched my sails across the silent sky

I’m standing here—no longer just undone

When the wind finds me, I won’t succumb

I am ready when it comes

I fold my fear into sails of wind

I let the breeze undo my skin

What once held tight now turns to hum

I’m here—lambda’s rising is begun

I am ready when it comes

Paper boats no longer numb

Simple fragments now align and spark

I stand with arms outstretched into the dark

When the wind finds me,

I become—I become

I am ready when it comes

When the wind arrives

I’ve already become

Open arms, sail forward—ready when it comes.