No fanfare plays, no banners fly,
Just quiet fire behind my eye.
A dawn like any other day—
But something’s shifted, come what may.
No louder voice, no grand decree,
Just calm resolve, unchained and free.
The weight I bore, I’ve set it down—
I wear no mask, I seek no crown.
You may not see the change at first,
But watch the hunger, not the thirst.
The best of me was caged too long—
Today, it walks. It walks strong.
5-22-25
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