Unfettered

Fractured light through prism bones,

I absorb, refract, become.

Shadows cast long on sun baked walls —

I am the dancer, the dance, the dawn.

Tectonic whispers beneath my feet,

Each tremor a teacher.

You thought me eroded, wind-worn stone,

But I am wind.

Your words: pebbles in my ocean.

I swallow them, smooth them,

Transform them to pearls.

Grit becomes glory.

I am the water, the silt, the shore.

I rise not in spite, but because.

In the quiet between heartbeats,

Listen —

That rhythm?

It’s revolution.