No Comparison

I wrote this poem for the version of myself that constantly felt late to life.

Late to success. Late to healing. Late to becoming who I thought I should already be.

It is strangely easy to feel behind in a world where everyone’s achievements are constantly placed in front of us like timelines we are expected to follow. Somewhere along the way, we forget that humans are not machines built to bloom at the exact same hour.

Some people heal slower.
Some dreams arrive later.
Some souls simply need more time to become themselves.

This poem is a quiet reminder that growth is still growth, even when it does not look impressive from the outside.

So if life currently feels confusing or unfinished,
maybe you are not falling behind at all.

Maybe you are simply still becoming.