My Gentle Presence.. Poem by WIN VENTURA

Manifested a steady soul,
Not one who owns me, not in control.
But someone who stands when my world feels small,
Who simply stays when I start to fall.

Not here to fix what life has spun,
Not to outshine my rising sun.
Just someone calm, with patient eyes,
Who sees my storms but never flies.

No heavy words, no judging tone,
No making my battles feel mine alone.
Just quiet strength in manly form,
A hand that stays through every storm.

When I am silent, lost, or tired,
When hope feels dim and strength feels fired,
He does not leave—he will remain,
To hold me close through silent pain.

Not here to advise, not to command...
But simply sit and understand.
To walk beside my broken pace,
And guide me back to softer space.

Oh dear…
Manifested, clear and true,
A grounded heart that feels like home too.
Not perfect love, not a fantasy flame,
But something steady, quietly the same.
And as I asked the universe near,
I learned to hold myself right here.

So when he comes, I will be whole,
Not searching for one to carry my soul.
For now…
I wish for someone steady in my life,
But I will not abandon my own steadiness while I wait.
I will not collapse into longing,
I will not forget my own strength.
I will become the ground that love can stand on.

And now I see…
He is here. ❤️
My Gentle Presence.

By: - WIN VENTURA