Soft Power

nothing is happening, and that is everything

I used to think intensity meant aliveness. 

Now I know steadiness is holy.


Steadiness is like breath that reaches 

the back body

Calm and remaining.



I don’t grip anymore.

I don’t brace for the leaving. 

I don’t surge to feel alive.



My body hums. 

It used to roar.

Now it hums



And the hum feeds everything 



I am not bracing



I am a woman who no longer flinches