I set down the weariness of the past
and picked up the promise of starting fresh.
I begin again, as often as needed—
to shake free from a destiny
I never agreed to embody.
Question the hand others insist is your story.
Accept nothing less than love and miracles.

There is always choice.
Always.
No matter the circumstance or situation—
don’t let yourself be boxed in.
Turn inward.
Explore your inner world.
Bring it forward.

Fates can be reworked,
redesigned,
reimagined—
by a creative mind.
Let loose.
Go wild with your heart.
Follow the beautiful desires
you once held in childhood.
Sanctuary lives there—
those sacred heartbeats
breaking through
even the most brutal storylines—
the soil where your flowers can grow.

In the dark—
you are the light.
Your heart and your faith shine.
At midnight, clouds cover the stars in silence.
But you know they’re still there,
watching you back.
Even if you can’t see them,
you remember them in your bones.
You don’t need proof
to believe in their presence—
or in their return.
That you feel them is proof enough.
And when the light goes out—
feeling
is the star’s point of return.
God works that way too.
Cosmic peekaboo.

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