Step 10 Poem

Step 10: the quiet fills the air,  

A peace that blooms from wear and tear.  

You’ve climbed through storm, through dusk, through flame—  

And now you stand, not seeking name.  

Step 10: the echo finds its close,  

The mountain still, the river slows.  

No need to run, no need to prove—  

Just space enough to simply move.  

Step 10: the sky leans gently wide,  

A hush that walks with you inside.  

The journey shaped what you became—  

But you, not it, now hold the flame.