Voltage

I am not the tremor you misread as fragility

I am the voltage beneath silk

The disciplined chaos that chooses not to unravel

My pulse does not betray me

It rehearses storms

Each errant rhythm

A clandestine rehearsal of thunder

I have already survived

Do not confuse my stillness with surrender

I have swallowed entire tempests without naming them

Have stood inside the structure of collapse

And called it breathing

There are galaxies stitched behind my ribs

Wild, incandescent things

And yet I sit here

Composed

Drinking the quiet

Like it belongs to me

I do not chase

I do not beg

I do not fracture at absence

I become it

I turn distance into dominion

Silence into a language only the deliberate can read

To be continued . .