Stepping With Our Shadows (An Original Poem)

Silence is a sly surrender, a hush that betrays our heart’s wild song. It tiptoes through the self, long stifling truths that were born to sing. We all carry our wounds, as if they were keepsakes. Some stashed like secrets others pinned proudly to our chests, for the world to adore. Together, these things pave our paths like stones that sometimes sparkle, but never fail to feel sharp and strange. In the ancient drumbeat of fight or flight, our instincts begin their pirouette, the silence is broken, gut-whispers whirl like dervishes through a starry vastness within. Trauma, a constellation of scars, keep whispering tales that never slumber, every one, a map of our inner universe, each a muse whose sole purpose is to lead us astray. Here we are in this daring dance, choosing vulnerability over victimhood, we teeter, delightfully awkward and unsure, on the edge where faith transforms our quirks into charms. Stepping with our shadows, we lead and we sway, until each of them fall away, at last the whispers end, and we’re no longer consumed, but crowned by the divine glow and we know, deep down within our bones, we are still unclaimed, unashamed, and forever untamed.