Still, I Emerge

This figure is not moving forward or backward.

It is arriving.

Each line is a breath remembered—layered, patient, and intentional.

The body forms itself from repetition, not force.

From listening rather than pushing.

The surrounding motion isn’t chaos.

It’s everything that didn’t stick.

This is what remains when the nervous system settles,

when effort softens,

when the body remembers how to hold itself again.

Not ascension.

Not escape.

Presence.

Still, I emerge.

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