I Get to Name the Inverse

If I get to call out the chaos

I get to celebrate the coherence.

If I get to speak on the imbalance

I get to marvel at the symmetry.

If I get to hold space for the atrocities

Then I also get to witness the miracles.

The quiet healings.

The soft landings.

The timing so aligned it makes me weep.

I like to think of it as depth.

I have more water in my vessel.

So when the temperature rises,

I’m not thrown by it.

Because I’m in tune with the water.

I feel the shift in a single degree.

I sense the story behind the ripple.

Not because I’m unstable

But because I am calibrated.

This isn’t chaos.

This is sensitivity as science.

As precision. As power.

I am not just here to name what’s broken.

I am here to bless what is whole.

To point at the quiet rhythm beneath it all and say:

“That. Right there. That is good.”

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