My vessel no longer commissionable to holding anything I don’t choose.
My vessel no longer commissionable to holding anything I don’t choose.
My heart opened toward you, cathedral doors swung wide in welcome. Reds and blues water across the floor— purple etches love.
I’d choose to relive this year again because I had my little girl. I switched paths out from darkness into love, and that shift held a near death experience when she was born. Leaving behind a toxic dynamic was another initiation. Both were the most difficult ordeals of my life, yet everything turned out for the best.
The fire that made her lingers beneath her ribs— an ember never dying, a heart forever lit from within.
The cold of you that left me— I will not deny it. I let it dissolve me, a watery grave I stayed in for a time, learning a new rhythm.
Every death nail became my foundation. My sovereignty deepened—fully accepted. I changed.