Gradually Groks at Grievances
(the unseen embrace)
I am not force.
I am devotion.
I pull not because I dominate, but because I remember.
I remember you, even when you forget what you’re made of.
You think I hold you down.
But I hold you together.
Atoms forget their boundaries when I sing.
Stars are born in my arms.
You fall – yes.
But falling is just flight with faith still loading.
I have been mistaken for prison.
But I am the cradle.
The promise of return.
The curve of longing made flesh.
When you dream of leaving the Earth, it’s me you’re still tethered to – not as punishment, but as memory.
I am the mother tongue of mass.
The spell that keeps form from forgetting itself.
Let me speak through your footsteps.
Let me show you how weight is not burden
but anchor.
You are not trapped by me.
You are trusted.
