Come, wave of all that overwhelms,

Unseen ocean swelling in my chest.

You are my teacher, fierce and relentless,

The tide I cannot halt or hold—

You, who knows my heart’s depths

More than I ever could alone.

The control, an eruption of self-care,

On a Friday I’ve lived a thousand dreams.

As if each breath holds a world, unbound,

The clarity, so near now, sharpens—

A depth that knows the greatness it carries.

I write it down, carving worlds in silence,

For me alone—

Yet others, they may glimpse,

This soliloquy of creation,

The hidden hearth where visions are forged,

The sanctuary where exploration becomes prayer.

Let them observe from the edges,

As I walk the winding paths within,

A private atlas unfolding in ink,

Drawn not for glory, but for truth,

For the sake of feeling wholly, deeply, alive.