Where Two Spirits Keep One Heart

The elders say
Every soul walks this world
with a shadow that is not darkness,
but a companion made of breath and memory.

They say trust is a fire
that burns without smoke—
a warmth that chooses you
Before you learn to choose yourself.

Some bonds are stitched
not by blood,
but by the quiet knowing
that two lives can lean together
and carry what one alone cannot.

And when such spirits meet,
The Earth grows softer beneath them,
as if the old roots whisper:
Strength is not the howl,
But the place where it finally rests.