I Am Love

There is a stillness that comes
when the spine of the soul straightens;
purpose settles in like breath,
alignment hums beneath the skin.
Not loud.
Not urgent.
Just right.
In that silence, I feel held
as though the unseen has learned my name,
as though the dark itself
has been instructed to keep me safe.
Once, I thought the gem always knew its worth
I was wrong.
It had to roll...

through dust that dulled its edges,
through mud that clung and whispered 'less'
Friction led it to the abode of light.
Rock-bottom was not the end
It was the base that let me stand still long enough
to notice the weight of my own life,
the miracle of breath returning
after it had almost forgotten me.
The greatest dream I carried shattered loudly—
glass in the chest
echoes of 'what could have been'.
I mourned it like death,
not knowing it was a doorway.
Because beyond the ruins
waited a dream with wider arms,
one that did not ask me to disappear to belong.
Destiny does not shout.
It reroutes.
Now I shine—not because I escaped the dirt,
but because I survived it.
Now I trust the fall—
for only after losing the ground
did I learn how high I was meant to rise.