I pause. Stop. Breathe.
Your grandeur is calling to my deep.
How much did this cost you?
Uncomfortable it may seem.
I see pain and brilliance woven in your valleys and reach.
Welcoming me in, tiny among giants.
I sit, to hear you speak clearly.
Every step revealing more to me.
Wonder filling my delight.
Everywhere details compounding.
Too much for my eyes to catch.
The weight of your glory.
Compressed in layers.
Allowing stones in me to become soft.
And somehow in it all, I feel your embrace.
Through the pain this must have cost.
Facing the tension.
As you continued to press in.
I stand in awe.
You are very much alive.
As I sit, I hear you whisper back to me.
It was all worth it.
To ascend.
The pain it must have caused for you to rise.
Shaking from within, uncontained, unashamed.
The noise and the ruckus you must have made.
Birthing all this delight.
Did you have a fire inside?
Did you partner with the wind?
To form this crest that touches the skies.
(You wear it proudly.
Here I am revived.) - ? Maybe take out