Small ring
Big vow
A quiet shift
In the shape of now
I walk different
Straighter
Like the road finally
Agreed
To stop fighting me
There’s a softness
In the air
Not weakness
But a warm armor
I didn’t know
I could wear
My name feels heavier
Truer
As if the world
Finally heard it
The way I meant it
And love
That old wild river
Runs calmer
Deeper
Carving a home
Instead of a wound
I’m married now
Not trapped
Not tamed
Just held
In a way
That lets me rise
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