I became the fire
not to burn,
but to warm the rooms
that once made me cold
I became the light
not to blind,
but to show the forgotten
how sacred they’ve always been
Love didn’t arrive
with rose petals and harp songs
It came like thunder—
like truth breaking through silence,
like breath returning to lungs
that forgot what freedom felt like
When I loved myself
in the raw,
in the ruin,
in the wreckage—
the world whispered,
“Now we see you.”
The wind shifted
The doors opened
Even the stone-hearted softened
in the presence of my peace
Because love,
when it is whole,
is not soft.
It is a mirror,
a sword,
a sanctuary
It teaches you to say no
with grace,
to say yes with courage,
to say nothing at all
and still be heard
I do not chase alignment—
I become it.
I do not wait for love—
I am it.
And in this becoming,
everything—
everything
aligns—
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