We are no longer rebels
with fists clenched against the sky,
no longer surviving on borrowed fire
or defiance dressed as courage.
You feed me intellect,
the kind that sharpens without cutting,
the kind that asks me to stand taller
instead of louder.
You feed me love
without cages, without debt,
a language spoken in patience,
in listening,
in staying.
What once felt like hunger
now feels like nourishment.
What once felt like chaos
now moves with purpose.
We don’t burn the world to feel alive.
We build inside it.
Brick by brick.
Truth by truth.
And in this exchange
of thought and tenderness,
I am not rescued
I am met.
Forever,
I am blessed.