Between Two Worlds
There exists a steady presence,
anchored deep in time,
a quiet constancy in the shifting tides of life—
a spirit that endures beyond passion’s flame.
And then there is the fire—
intense, consuming,
love given in torrents,
sacrifices laid bare upon the altar of hope.
Yet fire, untamed, can both warm and destroy.
I poured myself into the giving,
manifested care through acts unseen by the soul’s true eye,
where love was mistaken for control,
and devotion mistaken for chains.
The flame retreated, deliberate and cold,
leaving wounds not of accident, but design—
a calculated absence, a severing of the bond.
But the steady presence remains—
a silent invitation to peace,
an embodiment of grace without demand,
a voice that calls not to the broken,
but to the whole, unguarded self.
Between the blaze and the calm,
I stand at the crossroads of choice—
to chase the ephemeral spark that consumes,
or to embrace the enduring light that sustains.
This journey is not about perfection,
nor about the past’s echoing ghosts—
but about the sovereign self,
ready to receive love unbound by fear,
to find wholeness beyond the fracture.
Between two worlds, I have walked—
one defined by sacrifice and sorrow,
the other by quiet strength and acceptance.
Now I choose not the fire, nor the cold,
but the steady light of being seen,
of being enough.