Category: 33Rungs

I forgot how to rest.How to lay my bones against the earthwithout apology.Without the ache of always becoming. The world told me to move.To build before I’ve breathed,to speak before I’ve listened,to bloom before I’ve rooted. But I am learning the sacred hush.The holy quietof a spine returning to its weight.Of shoulders unclenchinglike petals folding… Read more