By: Angel Marie Russell
You’re not aging. You are stepping
Into your purpose.
You are graduating along a continuous line
You are not waiting.
You are becoming.
You are effervescent presence
Made of sea, land, and sky.
You are the breath
Of ancestors long dead.
You are the dream of
Hundreds of lives lived.
You are endless, mysterious,
Evolving, spiraled as the cosmos swirl.
And my breath arrests at the majesty
Of your creation.
Your pulse, a tide,
Enraptured within flesh.
Crescendo and plummet.
Pause and sway. A tumult.
You are the life lived and have yet
The birth of the universe
Sparks to life in every thought.
And you, as the suns and the carbon
They emit to life, never age.
Endless. You transform life from ash.
You sleep in realms lost to memory.
You awaken anew once again.
And darkness can never truly take you.
For even in death, you will verily burst aflame,
New once again.
You are timeless.
You are sacred, still, and sentient
Energy through matter,
Impervious to death.
So, do not live in fear of this life,
But rise, full, large, and true.
Become. Do not run from who you are.
Your life has a purpose.
No other can fill it.