before the vessel opens
I shaped myself
to fit the structure—
square within square,
offering order
where silence once grew.
I pressed meaning
into tight corners,
stacked my intentions
like totems
too still to be questioned.
But growth doesn’t ask
for permission.
It reaches.
It ruptures.
It remakes the shape
from within.
This is the moment
I stopped holding
what was never mine
to carry.

for the square that held me
Let the line break.
Let the vessel crack.
Let the leaf unfold its breath
against the grid.
What I surrender
I do not lose.
What I quiet
becomes
a deeper sound