How would you describe yourself to someone?
A whisper of calm, with a thunderous core,
A seeker of less, but dreaming of more.
Part wildflower, part well-read storm,
I bend with the wind but refuse to conform.

How would you describe yourself to someone?
A whisper of calm, with a thunderous core,
A seeker of less, but dreaming of more.
Part wildflower, part well-read storm,
I bend with the wind but refuse to conform.

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?
If I had to change my name, I’d stall,
For names don’t hold my truth at all.
I am not a word the world can claim,
But breath and being, beyond a name.
What jobs have you had?
I’ve been a leaf upon the breeze,
A seeker sailing silent seas.
A voice within another’s doubt,
A lantern when the stars went out.
Shaped dreams in hands both kind and true,
Then bowed as life unveiled the new.
No office walls, no nameplate brass,
Just moments shaped in dew and glass.
Not tasks alone, but calls I heed,
Each one a whisper wrapped in need.
For what is “job” but soul in play,
Learning to serve in its own way?
What public figure do you disagree with the most?
I differ at times, but not to close the door,
For every voice may hold a truth I’ve yet to know.
I seek the light in views that clash with mine,
Hoping in discord, some new stars will shine.