Sun Behind the Bloodroot

She stands where light remembers her.
Not facing forward.
Not turning away.

The sun holds her outline
without asking her name.
So does the earth.

Beside her, the wolf waits—
not guarding,
not owned,
only present.

This is how protection works:
two lives breathing
without command.

The ancestors taught this
without words.
They stood.
They endured.
They did not harden.

Compassion is learned
by carrying weight
and refusing to pass it on.

Freedom is not loud.
It is the right
to remain whole
under a burning sky.

Remember this lesson.
Stand gently.
Let what walks with you
Choose to stay.