The Best Within

How long will you linger in twilight’s breath,

Half-dreaming of what could be?

The dawn waits not for hesitant hearts—

Its light demands the free.

Within your bones, a spark still burns,

Patient, but aching to rise.

Call it forth before time recedes,

Before regret replies.

For the best within is not a gift,

But a promise you must awake—

A seed that thrives when fear departs,

And action’s hand will make.

The silent clock, its hands sweep by,

A whispered "soon," a gentle "try."

But "soon" becomes a distant sun,

And battles fought are never won.

The finest self, a seed within,

Awaits the call to break the skin.

It holds the strength, the fire, the art,

The sleeping courage of the heart.

How long will you let shadows creep,

And lull your sleeping giant deep?

The days like sand through fingers fall,

Ignoring destiny's soft call.

That "best within" is not a guest,

To be invited, then suppressed.

It is the host, the rightful heir,

To banish doubt and quell despair.

So let the wait be done this hour,

Unleash that dormant, inner power.

The world awaits, the stage is set,

For the best version of you, yet.

Awaken Within

How long will you delay,  

Letting greatness fade away?  

Rise now, claim your light,  

The best within ignites.  

No more shadows, no more doubt,  

Seize the call, let your heart shout—  

Start today, break free,  

The best of you waits to be.

Call Forth the Fire

How long will you wait,

While sunrise blazes behind your ribs—

A gold inferno knocking,

Thunder rolling in your chest?

Break the silence!

Rip open the clouds inside your mind,

Let possibility stampede like wild horses

Across the untamed hills of your heart.

Your courage is lightning—

Feel it shatter the dark,

Hear the drumbeat of your dream

Summoning daylight from the dust.

Leap. Roar. Run.

There is no more time for shadows,

No more patience for your slumbering spark.

Shout YES to the challenge;

The best within you

Waits to blaze its trail across the sky!

The Summons of the Unlived Self

How long will you linger

at the threshold of your own becoming—

palms on the door,

heart leaning forward,

feet rooted in yesterday’s dust?

The world has been patient

with the storms of your hesitation.

Even the wind has paused

to listen for your first true step.

Inside you,

unlit constellations wait

for the courage of your spark.

They know your name—

the one you’ve not yet dared to speak,

the one shaped by quiet nights

and the ache of almost.

How long will you bargain

with the gravity of old stories,

when the horizon keeps whispering

that you were built

for more sky than cage?

There is a version of you

already walking the path

you only trace in thought—

their footprints warm,

their breath steady,

their gaze without apology.

They do not ask if you are ready.

They ask if you will answer.

So rise.

Call forth the best within yourself,

not as a command,

but as homecoming—

a return to the truth

that waited faithfully

beneath every fear.

And when you step forward,

let the dust of your delay

fall behind you

like a final, gentle farewell.