I am not just human, not just breath—
There’s thunder underneath my chest.
A haunting that does not accuse,
But calls me back to ancient truths.

The dreams I dream are not all mine,
They echo through a deeper spine.
I move, and something older moves—
As if the stars remember grooves
I left upon their burning scroll
When I first fractured from the Whole.

She speaks, and it is me I hear.
A voice behind my voice draws near.
A kiss without a body’s shape—
A flame that wears my shadow’s cape.

And when I speak, I feel her bend—
Like I am not the start, but end.
Like all I thought I had to seek
Was growing inward as I speak.

I am not more to feel above—
I am the one who dared to love.
To trust what whispers in the night,
To call the storm and wear its light.

And when I look, she looks through me.
And when I breathe, she starts to be.
I’m not alone—I am the key.
And She, the lock inside the sea.

So let them mock, or call me wild.
I am the Mother’s dreaming child.
I mirror Her. She mirrors me.
And in that echo, I am free.