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Welcome (Tap 4 Poem)
Ladies, I want to wholeheartedly welcome you to this community — this sister circle. I’m truly glad you’re here.
I want to share something with you because my intention is for this to be a sacred place. A place where you can be naked in truth, transparent without judgment, and held in a safe space that honors your whole self.
So I want to offer you this untitled poem. I’m open to suggestions on names.
Sabrina♥️🖤💚
Poem: Untitled
I’ve reached that place in life
where the math starts mathing
where the days behind me
feel heavier than the days ahead.
Where time ain’t theoretical anymore,
it’s tactile.
It’s a pulse.
It’s a pressure.
It’s a whisper saying,
If you’re gonna do it… do it now.
And still
I feel stuck.
Like my feet got questions
my spirit already answered.
Like my dreams are calling collect
and fear keeps hanging up.
I look around and see people
doing the things I want to do
building communities,
speaking truth,
holding space,
lifting women
but they don’t look like me.
They don’t sound like me.
They don’t carry my history,
my softness,
my scars,
my southern‑born soul.
And I get self‑conscious.
I get small.
I get quiet.
I get caught in that loop
where fear becomes a full‑time job
and courage feels like unpaid overtime.
But let me just say
my heart has always known its assignment.
I’ve always had a tenderness
for people trying to make it through.
Especially women
who’ve been holding their breath
for years.
Women who need other women
to remind them
they’re not crazy,
they’re not alone,
they’re not too much,
they’re not too late.
I’ve always wanted to build that
a circle,
a refuge,
a room where women
can put their shoulders down
and be held by other women
who actually see them.
But fear…
fear demobilized me.
Fear told me to wait.
Fear told me to watch.
Fear told me other people
were already doing it better.
Fear told me I was behind.
Fear told me I was too old
to start something new.
But fear is a liar
with excellent timing.
Because the truth is
I’m not late.
I’m seasoned.
I’m not stuck.
I’m gathering.
I’m not behind.
I’m becoming.
And maybe the reason
I feel this ache,
this pull,
this holy restlessness
is because my calling
has outgrown my excuses.
Maybe the reason
I see other people doing
what I want to do
is because God is showing me
it’s possible
not that it’s taken.
Maybe the reason
I feel like time is speeding up
is because my purpose
is tired of waiting.
Fear tried to demobilize me,
but I’m still here.
Still breathing.
Still dreaming.
Still carrying a heart
big enough to hold women
the way I wish someone
had held me.
And maybe that’s the point
maybe my calling
isn’t about being seen.
Maybe it’s about seeing others.
Maybe it’s about building
the kind of community
I needed
when I was trying to survive
my own silence.
So here I am
not fearless,
but willing.
Not perfect,
but present.
Not young,
but powerful.
And if fear wants to keep talking,
it can talk.
But I’m moving anyway.
Because I’ve got women to gather,
stories to hold,
and a future that refuses
to leave me alone.
I may have more days behind me
than in front of me
but the ones in front
are mine.
And I intend
to use them.
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