Poem: Call it Back

Before sleep, before memory,
before the first star learned
how to burn—

I call my power home.

From every lifetime
where I abandoned myself
to survive.

From every doorway
where I traded truth
for belonging.

From every realm
where fear wore my face
and called itself destiny.

I summon back the fragments
scattered through centuries,
through galaxies unnamed,
through the silent corridors
between birth and death.

Return to me now.

From the mouths of oceans.
From temples swallowed by sand.
From futures woven in silver light.
From forgotten wars
and unlived possibilities.

Return.

I call back the voice
I buried beneath apology.
The fire hidden under grief.
The ancient knowing
sleeping beneath my bones.

I call back the child
who still remembers
how to speak to stars.

I call back the sovereign self
untouched by shame,
uncaptured by time,
unbroken by loss.

Across all timelines—
parallel, collapsed,
dreamed, abandoned, rewritten—
I gather myself.

Across all dimensions—
seen and unseen,
named and nameless—
I gather myself.

Across all space and time,
from the beginning
to the end
to the beginning again—

I gather myself.

Let every version of me
release what no longer belongs.
Let every cord of fear dissolve.
Let every false vow break open
like thunder over water.

What was stolen returns.
What was hidden awakens.
What was fragmented becomes whole.

And now,
with breath as my witness
and eternity listening,

I stand at the center
of my own infinite light.

Whole.
Sacred.
Ancient.
Unbound.

I am here.
I am all my names.
I am all my becoming.

And all my power
has returned home.