I crown myself
with whispered breaths
soft as fallen petals,
bidding farewell
to the thunder in my chest,
the rattling chains
of irritation and rage.

I learn to hold the quiet
like a fragile flame,
letting stillness swell
between my ribs
until noise surrenders.

My heart becomes a harbor
where storms approach
only to dissolve
against the promise
of my own steady tide.

In every tremor of impatience,
I answer with soft resolve-
until anger unthreads itself,
and I stand luminous,
the queen of my unshaken center.