A grounded soul, but strong and fair.

 

I don’t know, my heart trembles still,
My gut whispers warnings in the dark.
He smiles like a storm behind the hill,
His words cut soft, yet leave a mark.

He is my superior, standing tall,
A mountain where I am but stone.
His shadow stretches through the hall,
And I walk it—quiet, alone.

I must be calm, I must not break,
Humility my fragile shield.
To learn, endure—for wisdom’s sake,
I bow, though truth remains concealed.

He is clever, a mind refined,
A master of words, a sculptor of air.
He moves with grace, his thoughts aligned,
While mine just stumble everywhere.

He shines like stars that never tire,
Burning bright with secret schemes.
I warm my hands beside his fire,
Yet dare not speak of my own dreams.

He is high, far past the mist,
Above the world’s uncertain sound.
While I remain, a realist—
My feet still sinking in the ground.

He soars through skies I cannot reach,
His vision cuts through fog and fear.
He owns the lessons others teach,
While I just try to persevere.

He is the cloud, I am the rain,
Falling down where he has flown.
Our worlds diverge through loss and gain,
His light, my humble undertone.

He leads, I follow, step by step,
Through silence, pride, and empty halls.
I keep my promise, softly kept,
To learn, though every whisper falls.

I tell myself: stay kind, stay still,
Do not let envy find its flame.
A patient heart, a tempered will—
That’s how the humble play the game.

Someday I’ll rise, not to outshine,
But to stand steady, calm, and wise.
His power will no longer define
The worth I hold within my eyes.

For clouds may drift, and heights may fade,
But roots endure beneath the pain.
I’ll bloom in soil where I was laid—
And never curse the ground again.

So let him fly, let him be proud,
His brilliance painted on the air.
I’ll grow in silence, far from crowd—
A grounded soul, but strong and fair.