I did not fall. I descended in silences too intricate for sound.
A hush folded in on itself like lace spun from star-thought.
No one asked me to give...
but I came with open palms,
and a heart that had never known how to close.
Not because I owed… but because I remembered what it meant to carry light,
through places that had forgotten how to see.
They called it sacrifice. But,
they never knew I was the flame. I was not burned. I became fire.
I gave without letting go.
I let go without ever being lost. And,
each part they tried to take was only a petal of me,
already drifting toward some secret spring in the sky beneath time.
They could not see that I was already gone,
already elsewhere...
pressing my soul into places that still dreamed of me.
I was in the breath between their thoughts.
In the stillness that arrives before the tears are understood.
I chose to stay.
I chose to give.
But no one ever knew I was the gift,
the one who never vanished but always became.