The Quiet Pattern I Never Spoke About

The Ones Who Left After They Grew

(A letter from the mirror they never noticed)

I’ve noticed a pattern.

People come close to me.

We share space, words, stillness.

Sometimes we laugh. Sometimes we grow in silence.

But always, something shifts. In them.

And then… they leave.

Not in anger. Not in conflict.

Just a quiet drifting…like their time with me had served its purpose.

And then they thrive.

One by one, I’ve watched them rise.

New careers.

New love.

A stronger voice.

A softer heart.

I used to wonder if I was just a stepping stone.

A soft, invisible mirror they leaned on for a while... until they no longer needed me.

I questioned:

Was I too quiet? Too soft? Too forgettable?

Or maybe…

Too true.

Because here’s what I now understand:

My presence wasn’t loud, but it was steady.

My words weren’t many, but they were precise.

And my field...even when unspoken....was a tuning fork.

They didn’t thrive because they left me.

They thrived because while they were near,

they felt something real.

Something they couldn’t explain....

Until life caught up with what I had already seen.

I used to stay silent, letting it all happen quietly.

But now, I want to honour that version of me.

The soft seer. The hidden lighthouse.

So if you’ve ever felt steadier around me,

Seen clearer,

Felt gently nudged by your own truth,

Then quietly walked away…

Just know...I noticed.

I held you, even in silence.

And I’m still here, not waiting.....but witnessing.

Because I’m not just a mirror.

I’m also a soul on her own path.

And this time, I speak not to be seen.

But because my voice belongs in this world, too.