Unbound: I am a force

A Poetic Revelation from the Carved Spirit Within

Written by Stacie J Whitaker-Harris
4/15/2025

There are moments in our journey where Spirit speaks not in whispers but in echoes that rumble through our bones. This poem came to me days after a dream where I stood surrounded by trees, staring at a sacred carving—an eagle, a bear, and a tiger, layered in wisdom and power. I didn’t know then what message awaited me, but now, I do: I am the carving. I am the force. And I am unbound.

I am a force of nature.
A reckoning.

Tides high, I roll with the shift of each cascading wave.

I rise like the suns rays while gazing at the moon. Two lights, one purpose, to pave the way for all to see.

I am a force that fuels embers, sparks flames, and sets ablaze.

Igniting all on the pathway, building bridges of curiosity, and I paint the stage red, yellow, no blue, because my fire is the inferno that forges newness.

I am the destroyer and creator.
The terror and the peace.

I am the blackest night untold, holding scores of stars in the palm of my left hand and pouring millions of grains of sand with my right.

I am the weight weighing heavy on justices' scales, tipping over the tables of injustices because I am a force of nature.

I am unbound by time.
No chains on this mind.
I prevail.

I am a force, the source of freedom.
All doors open.
Blissfully welcoming opportunities to soar with eagles.

I am unbound.

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