Poem: “Meraki, Made Eternal”

Not stitched, but summoned
each thread remembers the hand that believed.
Fabric learns the language of feeling,
and silence is tailored into grace.

This is not what you wear.
This is what you become
when courage decides to drape itself
in beauty instead of fear.

Time pauses at the seam.
The soul signs its name invisibly.
And suddenly, the mirror recognizes you—
whole, radiant, unborrowed.

This is Meraki.
Not fleeting.
Not loud.
Eternal.