The Metamorphosis of Carbon

For fifteen years, I saw and felt the silence of the stones,

Under the permafrost, where time has no light.

My eyes followed the lines under the microscope,

A prisoner of shadows, in the heart of winter.

But freedom is not an absence of weight,

It is a living force that burns deep within.

Like the diamond born of extreme pressure,

Between conquered cancer and the silence of divorce,

I broke the ice to become myself.

Today, my eyes no longer look for indicators,

They trace verses on golden paper.

The force deployed is no longer in the engine,

But in the pure breath that frees my heart.

From the distant Far North to the sun of France,

I transformed the cry into a gentle dance.

I am no longer a slave to time and dials,

I am the living force, free as the wind.