franny on Nostr: They grow in unease, half in their body, half in the beyond. But there was a mirror ...

They grow in unease,
half in their body, half in the beyond.
But there was a mirror in their soul,
it reflected everything.

They are gifted, deeply wise.
Yet off the charts of any sense.
Walking up a mountain
unnamed, untouched.

They belong to something
It is here, with mysterious pressure
a yearning soul and stiffness in their body
Something unspoken, unshaped.

The world meets their energy,
Unexpected. Quick. Never stopping.
They never learned to rest inside the motion,
How to wait, watch and listen.

So they burned
quietly, loudly, beautifully.
In that burning they found a strange kind of freedom
And it asked for depth.

Clarity born from chaos,
seeing the sacred in their struggle,
the holy in their hesitation,
the drive in pushing forward.

They began to trust the seasons within themselves
And even when they fall,
they fall into something wiser.

Each breath, a return,
Each step, a remembering,
of what they came here to embody.