Nothing but Soul

The journey doesn’t require anything but soul.

The Space to Bend and Grow

I allow myself to hold space for my mind to change with grace. To bear witness. To let go. To embrace. To bend. To grow.

The hurt still sings— a haunted thing awake in me.

I’ve worn the storm over my skin— vibrant, red. Lightning from my tongue forming electric, magnetic thoughts.

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.

Hope is what has always survived in me—spinning dark threads into light, guiding me forward.

Clarity struck like lightning, ozone sizzled with potential. I shifted to receive—and learned I am possible in every way.

I dug up my ghosts, shook them loose from the earth—less clinging to me, more uplifting.

Giving my heart to Yours is joy.

Every death nail became my foundation. My sovereignty deepened—fully accepted. I changed.