The room gets loud, the air feels tight, voices rise, but I don’t fight. The world can rush, the ground can shake, but I don’t move, I don’t break. I feel my breath come back to me. I stay steady, I stay slow, I don’t chase, I don’t go. Storms can move, clouds can be, but they don’t move me. They speak in waves, they push and pull, but I don’t bend, I stay full. I’ve seen the noise, I’ve felt the spin, but quiet lives deeper within. I feel my pulse return to calm. I stay steady, I stay slow, I don’t chase, I don’t go. Storms can move, clouds can be, but they don’t move me. The wind can shout, the sky can turn, the tide can rise, the fire can burn. The roots grow deep where none can see, and what is still is strong in me. I stay steady, I stay slow, I don’t chase, I don’t go. Storms can move, clouds can be, but they don’t move me.