Ascending Light

I rise through the corridors of night, not fleeing the darkness, but moving with it, learning from it, letting it etch wisdom into every step. Every motion, deliberate and soft, carries the weight of reflection, yet the light beneath it pushes me higher— toward understanding, toward becoming, toward the quiet triumph where shadow meets ascent, and the soul stands fully claimed. I do not roar. I do not strike. I simply rise. And in that rise, I am whole.