The Sky Wore My Footsteps©️ by Felina Silver – Copyright 2025

Once upon a whisper in the court of cloudy minds,
We tiptoed truths on trembling spines,
Unsure if hearts could ever speak—
Or if shame would leak down backs like streaks
Of rain in silence, hiding pain
From eyes that judged like weather vanes.

They watched. They weighed. They whispered low,
Insisting which way winds must blow.
Their fingers pointed, minds made up—
“Now sip our thoughts from our same cup!”
But in that crowd, I lost my name,
Not free to choose, not free to claim.
What was that voice—a ghost, a gleam—
That called itself my Choice? A dream?

Too long I wore another’s skin,
A mimic dance, a practiced grin.
But shells will crack when hearts begin
To beat too loud to hold within.
No longer curled in shameful shade,
I rise in colors I have made.

Now I decide the paths I tread,
Not strings of shoulds inside my head.
Let society, if it must,
Cling to my coat in blind mistrust—
But I will lead. I’ll blaze the way,
And light up skies once drowned in gray.

I dream a dream of lifted eyes,
Of spirits stitched from hopeful skies,
Where those once hushed by doubt or dread
Find courage in the words we’ve said.
We’re made of stars, of flame, of fight—
Of endless worth and endless right.

So dig beneath the noise and rust,
Find that gold inside the dust.
You’ve one wild life—so take the reign—
Your voice, your name, your joy, your pain.

We are the reason, bright and clear,
To hold our ground, to wipe each tear.
Believe again, believe anew,
The choice is yours. It lives in you.