By the End

And by the end,
we came to the conclusion
that nothing is ever as simple
as it seemed at the start.
That beginnings are full of promise-
crisp pages, untangled strings-
but endings?
They carry the weight of every choice,
every silence,
every road not taken
and the echoes of those we did.

By the end,
we realized
that the lines we drew in the sand
were only temporary.
The tide came in,
washing away our absolutes,
blurring the borders
between what we thought was right
and what simply was.

We discovered
that truth isn’t singular-
it refracts, bends,
shifts with the angle of the light.
That people are prisms,
and love is a kaleidoscope,
its colors beautiful
even when they don’t make sense.

By the end,
we stopped asking for guarantees,
for the kind of certainty
that keeps you chained in place.
We learned to hold questions in our hands
like stones,
turning them over,
feeling their weight,
without needing every answer.

We found solace in the spaces between words,
in the pauses where meaning lingers.
We stopped trying to fill every silence,
realizing that not all empty places
are meant to be filled.

By the end,
we understood
that it’s not the finish line that matters-
it’s the running,
the tripping,
the rising again.
It’s the breathless moments in between,
the laughter, the tears,
the times we thought we couldn’t go on
but did anyway.

And by the end,
we came to the conclusion
that the end
wasn’t the point at all.