When the hour reveals itself


If there is one lesson life pressed into me early, it is this: 

we arrive with hands already closed.


If you think I stand without another path,

look closer.

I have been gathering quietly, piece by piece, thread by thread.


The stillness is not peace.

It is time disguised,

the careful shaping of defenses.


You may trust in your mastery of the game,

but I have been moving long before the board was set,

winning in places you never thought to look.


Because when the hour reveals itself,

I will not wait to be saved.

I have always known

I am the only one who can.


I am ready to burn in the game I choose to play. 

If there is a cost, I have counted it.

If there is an end, I have faced it.

What rises from it will still be mine.


So stand firm in what have stirred.

Even silence can become something

that burns.



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