while you were keeping everything together
when my heart went quiet
the only thing that stayed was underneath me
not leaves or wind
just the feeling of deep roots
holding the dark earth together
and somewhere inside that silence
a knowing
the trees were still keeping the world
so i didn’t have to
and it was enough
to follow the roots
back up into breath
—lyra moon (the world was never yours to keep)
march 7, 2026