The Work Here is Finished
Some things are born from restlessness.
From the quiet ache to make something real,
to leave a mark where there was once only an idea.
This was one of those things.
It lived in late nights and small victories,
in doubt, in stubborn hope,
in the space between what was imagined and what was earned.
It asked for everything we had at the time.
And for a while, that was enough.
If you’ve arrived here while standing at the edge of your own becoming,
hear this softly.
Nothing you build with sincerity is ever wasted.
Even the things you outgrow teach you how to stand taller.
We’re grateful for the hands that held this,
the eyes that believed in it,
the time we were allowed to borrow.
Now it returns to silence.
Not as loss, but as completion. ~ Alex Walser
