02/01/2026
I had a voice before the wind song swept it into the abyss of silence;
Before I gave my heart to a false sense of love;
When the world was large, but became a snow globe that I veered from;
When the joy of my independence became stripped by obligation and the sorrows that had once haunted the soul, revisited like moss to wood
I tilted my head back and screamed for joy, for the dead, for the future;
A portal of innocence, a snake up my spine -
I let the universe soak my words into the cloudy mist and the rain, reciprocated, pelting my flesh and seeping into the vibrancy of my blood;
I coiled around myself writhing into Gaia
To rise up, unscathed and pure, a fortress for myself and a captor of release
Unbequeathed yet by stagnancy,
Freedom’s incarnation
