there are days
when the ending hums —
a low voltage in the bones,
the aftersound of storms
long passed but not forgotten.
the body remembers
what the mind tries to bless.
despair hums beneath renewal,
and hope, too, trembles
before it sings.
each dawn,
the same current returns —
the echo tries to root
in ground still wet
from yesterday’s tears.
but listen —
beneath the hum,
something tender moves.
not pain,
not fear,
but life —
remembering its glory,
steady,
like dawn returning
to those who forgot
they were the light.
© 2025 Corvalya
Undercurrent
Moment of Testing – The Shadow’s Return