The Day the Sky Forgot to Fall

The sky cracked
not open,
but inward.

As if it remembered
every secret
we tried to bury
beneath time.

Birds vanished mid-flight.
Clocks spun backward.
And my name
it echoed
from the mouths
of people I’d never met.

I walked on shadows.
Not the ones
cast by the sun,
but the ones
cast by truth.

The stars whispered,
"You were never asleep.
Just blind
to your own beginning."

Mountains kneeled.
Oceans rose.
The wind stopped asking
who I was.

Because for once,
I remembered.

I was the storm
that never broke.
The voice
that silence feared.
The page
that wrote itself
before ink was born.

They called it madness.
I called it return.

I didn’t fall.
I didn’t rise.
I became
the space
between both.

And in that space,
the world
spoke my name
as if it had been
waiting
since the first breath
to hear it again.