The day was wild, but I stayed soft,
no storm could throw my balance off.
The thoughts were loud, the mind a tide,
but calm and quiet stayed inside.
I walked with him, my heart held wide,
the hours shared — a gentle guide.
Not every day must shout to shine,
some simply glow in their own time.
I live in silence, proud and true,
more deeply rooted than I knew.
And what I write or shift tomorrow
will rise from joy, not fear or sorrow.
For what I am is still unfolding —
not rushed, not forced, not tight, not holding.
I'm ready now for what's ahead —
and softly rest my thoughts in bed.