The Ascendance

Not by ascent from depths below,

Nor wealth's embrace that crowns the noble,

But in the heart's own overflow,

I rise, a force untold, whole.

Bearing the mark of humble grass,

Yet standing firm 'midst earth and sky,

I am the scene, the view, the pass,

A sight where eagles dare to fly.

In name of mine, a quiet roar,

A symphony of roots entwined,

I bloom, though born of earthen floor,

A testament to growth and mind.

No gilded crown, no pompous flair,

Just inner light that knows no bounds,

I shine, a beacon rare, aware,

Of self's true wealth, in silence found.

Through storms and winds that test my will,

I stand, unbent, unyielding still,

For in my core, a truth instilled,

That grandeur lies in being real.

So let the world its titles keep,

Its ranks and orders, high and low,

I am the master of my steep,

The captain sailing to my glow.

In every breath, a poem's birth,

In every step, a verse's stride,

I live, I thrive, on this earth,

A romantic rebel, side by side.

For in the end, it's not the crown,

But in the journey, we are found,

A life of passion unbound,

An inner kingdom, richly crowned.