Twilight folds itself along the ridge;my shadow steps out first curious
Silence leans closer wanting confession
A single breath redraws the boundary between fear and awakening
Even the dust listens when the heart begins its truth
Footprints wander off-road ignoring instructions from the past
The sky lowers its forehead to mine urging honesty
A trembling pulse becomes a lantern in my ribs
Echoes gather learning the contour of my voice
Old versions of me watch from a distance—some proud some grieving
Every regret softens in the dusk thinning like mist at dawn
I walk forward not to escape them but to invite them home
My shadow grows taller fluent articulate
Night opens its gate;something within me answers
Hope shapes itself into a new language slow and precise
Words rise from the quiet steady as tide returning
In this place my shadow learns to speak