I was born in the hush of a forest so deep
Where no light dared to stay
Where angels never dared to sleep
I was not born of heaven
Nor shaped by hell
Who am I
The wind gave me voice
The trees gave me breath
But I had no wings, no crown, no death
Not chosen, not fallen
I just remain
I don’t shine, I don’t burn
But still, I yearn—
To be more than the story
They never knew
I ask for no redemption, nor fall
Only to exist, fully and true
Not light, not shadow
Just me
A story born from the space in between
