To Tremble Is Also a Way

I trembled—

not out of fear,

but because skin weeps too

when the soul begins to wake.

I awoke—

not in light,

but in the ruins

of all I pretended not to feel.

The world offered numbness,

but I chose the wound

if it meant

I’d feel alive.

I’d rather walk cracked

than sleep in stone.

For there’s no glory in being asleep

when trembling

can also be a way forward.