✧ ✦ ☾ Cartography of Soul ☽ ✦ ✧

 

✧ ✦ ☾  Cartography of Soul  ☽ ✦ ✧

“My grace is sufficient for you…” — 2 Corinthians 12:9

Some days my mind feels

like a prism with a cracked core—

bending thought into colors

that don’t exist on the spectrum,

turning simple moments

into refracted puzzles even light avoids.

Other days, the interior shifts

like an ecosystem thrown off balance—

strange migrations of feeling,

currents moving in directions

no compass would authorize.

My body keeps its own philosophy—

a debate between ache and endurance,

every joint arguing its case,

every muscle offering

a counter-theory on what it means

to inhabit a shape that resists its own weight.

There is a mathematics to surviving this:

the subtraction of ease,

the addition of strain,

the long division of days

that refuse to line up evenly.

And faith—

it rises like a countercurrent

even when the tide is wrong,

a force that refuses the trajectory

everything else predicts.

It does not slip in unnoticed—

it confronts the ruins directly,

rewriting the fault line

with a steadiness my own hands

have never managed.

A presence that enters the equation

not to soften the outcome,

but to overturn it completely.

So I exist as a contradiction in motion—

a mind that warps its own weather,

a body negotiating truce with sensation,

a spirit leaning toward an equation

that has carried me longer than I’ve understood it.

All of me—fractured, stubborn, unfinished—

held together by a quiet, enduring mystery

that keeps proving, again and again,

that survival is a kind of sacred physics.

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