FOR THE LOVE OF YES

For the love of yes,  

I tear the caution tape from my ribs  

and step into the pulse of the world -

raw‑knuckled, wide‑eyed, unrepentant.

For the love of yes,  

I kick the locked door until it remembers  

it was once a tree,  

and trees know how to open.

For the love of yes,  

I let the wind rearrange my name,  

let the future drag its chair closer,  

let the impossible clear its throat.

For the love of yes,  

I refuse the smallness offered to me,  

I choose the spark over the shadow,  

the leap over the ledger,  

the living over the lingering.

For the love of yes,  

I rise -

not clean, not quiet,  

but certain.