The Metamorphosis of Carbon
From the pressure of Arctic mines to the clarity of a soul set free.
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.
About the Creator
Magma Star
Engineer & Poet. From Canada's diamonds to mining the heart in France. Bestseller author of 5 books & 170 stories of resilience. Explore my work: magmastar.com. Support my journey on https://www.google.com/search?q=magmastar.substack.com

Comments (1)
Moving from the cold permafrost and microscopes to writing verses in the sun is a powerful change. It takes a lot of strength to turn years of pressure and silence into something as light as a dance. Leaving the dials and clocks behind to finally feel free sounds like a beautiful way to live.