My surrender comes with ravenous rapture
seemingly solid words
seeping through the silky layers
muffled in attempted silence
gifted upon the fertile ground
absorbing the impact of clarity
and tiptoeing upon muddied misinterpretations.
In this silence I still feel a beautiful morning
the way light breaks upon my skin
as a reminder that even these shadows deserve a voice
deserving to be met with the rise of the sun
and the fall of my armor
mirrored reflections in synchronicity
and I will meet you here
as gentle and firm as the breaking of dawn.