All Is Well: A Soul Poem for Ryn

What I long for,

beneath everything else,

is to make a difference—

to be seen not just as someone surviving,

but as someone inspiring.

I feel most myself

when I’m dancing with my eyes closed,

when my body prays without words,

when yoga returns me

to my breath,

to the temple within.

I ache for comfort.

For love that doesn’t leave.

For ease like warm water,

steady and healing.

I long to be

lovingly healed forever—

to stop hiding,

to stop doubting,

to stop second-guessing

the light I carry.

I want to accept myself fully,

to feel rooted—

a strong and gentle tree,

not pulled by every wind.

My soul whispers:

“All is well.”

“You are never alone.”

“You are light to all you encounter.”

“You are amazing.”

And I believe her.

I see children and mothering.

I feel peace in my palms,

a guiding force,

a calming flame.

I will not be so easily

distraught,

distracted,

distressed.

I don’t need to be.

Because I remember now:

All is well.

I am here to bring light.

And I am never alone.