Midnight Orchids

I do not dance for the crowd.
I walk the quiet road—
where truth has no need for staging,
and peace is earned, not posted.

Let them curate their echoes,
chasing likes in lieu of light.
I have traded applause
for the company of my Soul.

Where ego screams,
I whisper stillness.
Where traps are adorned with promise,
I pass untouched.

Not because I do not feel—
but because I finally do.
What I feel is sovereignty:
a life unperformed,
a heart reclaimed,
a Self no longer begging
to be seen.