I stand here, bare beneath the vast, eternal sky,
unshackled from whispers that once chained my cry
echoes of projections, not my own to keep,
like shadows on the water, they dissolve; they seep
You handed me mirrors etched with your fears,
framed by the weight of your unshed tears
but I am not the glass nor the image within,
I am the soul that breathes, untainted by sin
Your doubts were storms I braved in my stride,
yet my roots grew deeper, unshaken inside
for every judgment cast, a star was born,
a radiant testament to a self-unshorn
Grace flows now like rivers through my veins,
washing away the residue of old pains
I will not carry what was never mine—
these burdens crumble; their edges unbind
For receiving with grace is my sacred art,
a dance of the spirit, a gift of the heart
to let go of the weight, to rise unafraid,
and let my essence, pure, cascade
No longer defined by the lens of another,
I reclaim myself as my own, not another
the fire within ignites, the past burns away,
I rise from the ashes, unbound, a new day
So here I am, whole, resplendent, alive,
unyielding, unbroken, destined to blossom
with grace, I receive; with courage, I give—
a vessel of love, a life to truly live–
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