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
Reflection
(Moment of Testing – the Shadow’s Return)
The Echo Tries to Root speaks to the moment awareness turns inward — when old patterns lose their hold, and life begins to hum with remembrance.
The “echo” is every voice of fear, separation, or unworthiness that tries to take root in our becoming. Yet beneath that sound lies a deeper vibration — the pulse of truth, soft and steady.
When we pause to listen beneath the noise, we find that healing isn’t about erasing the echo, but remembering what sings beneath it.
This is the quiet resurrection of presence — life remembering its own glory through us.
I invite you to read the poem again.