Charade to protect the soul
a practiced stillness
worn like a well-fitted coat
through seasons that asked too much
Beneath the quiet ground of heart
something refused extinction
a pulse under pressure
listening for light
Natural beauty of heart
gently springs with green sprouts
not loud
not urgent
but certain
Hidden under soil protecting the tender seed
the dark was never punishment
it was preparation
a sacred concealment
Earth opens and beauty rises
not all at once
but enough
to change the weather inside
fingertips brush the surface
feel the shift
the soft insistence of becoming
No longer tucked inside a container of safety
no longer folded into corners of doubt
you breathe wider now
roots remembering sky
and in this quiet unfurling
you do not ask permission
you simply rise
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Jun 1, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC
Charade to protect the soul
a practiced stillness
worn like a well-fitted coat
through seasons that asked too much
Beneath the quiet ground of heart
something refused extinction
a pulse under pressure
listening for light
Natural beauty of heart
gently springs with green sprouts
not loud
not urgent
but certain
Hidden under soil protecting the tender seed
the dark was never punishment
it was preparation
a sacred concealment
Earth opens and beauty rises
not all at once
but enough
to change the weather inside
fingertips brush the surface
feel the shift
the soft insistence of becoming
No longer tucked inside a container of safety
no longer folded into corners of doubt
you breathe wider now
roots remembering sky
and in this quiet unfurling
you do not ask permission
you simply rise
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