Literature
The Soul Remembers
Before you had a name,
Before this world taught you
How to bend, break, kneel,
Your soul was a wildfire
Wandering the universe
With the confidence of a star
That refused to die quietly.
You were ancient long before
Anyone called you human.
You carried the memory of comets,
The ache of galaxies collapsing,
The quiet wisdom of light
That travelled too far
To ever turn back.
And still, you came here.
To this body, this life,
This heartbeat stitched together
By miracles, no one sees.
The world tried to tame you,
Told you to shrink your fire,
Hide your magic,
Speak smaller,
Feel less.
But your soul, you're stubborn, eternal soul,
Never learned that language.
It remembers who you are
Even on the days you forget.
It rises when you fall,
Roars when you whisper,
And pulls you back to yourself
Every time the world thinks
It has finally silenced you.
You are not lost.
You are remembering.
Every step you take
Is a return to the light
You thought you’d misplaced.
And when your final breath
Slips back into the universe,
Your soul will stand there, unbroken, unashamed, a flame with a history,
a wanderer with purpose,
a star that lived
and burned
and chose itself
over and over again.
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