I embrace the fleeting darkness of the outer world,
as shifts within stir like quiet storms.
The eclipse season nears, a shadow on the horizon,
and I surrender to the pull of life’s unseen hand.
It’s a delicate place, this seat of uncertainty,
where doubt and fear crash like relentless waves at my feet.
I tremble at the thought of stepping into my own power,
afraid to rise above the chains that bind my dreams.
But in the stillness, I turn to my breath,
finding peace as my pen meets the canvas.
With each stroke, I summon the next peak,
listening closely to the whispers that rise from within—
voices not yet spoken,
guiding me toward what I am becoming.