The Test Came… And I Didn’t Cuss Nobody Out

The test came—
Not in a flaming chariot,
But as an ex I swore I blocked…
(But apparently didn’t.)

Came slithering in with a
“Hey stranger…”
as if amnesia was part of my spiritual journey.
(Spoiler alert: it’s not.)

The test came—
In the form of an invitation
To dim my light,
Fit into small rooms,
And pretend I was still soft enough
To be trampled on.
(Nope. Not today, Spirit.)

It asked,
“Are you really healed?”
And I smiled the kind of smile
That says “Yes, and I moisturize too.”

It poked. It prodded.
It pressed on the wound I used to call home.
And guess what?
The wound didn’t scream.
She winked.
She whispered,
“We don’t live here anymore.”

Once upon a time,
I would’ve thrown a chair,
Or a paragraph.
Typed in ALL CAPS.
Sent a seven-minute voice note
Crying and spiritual at the same time.
(You know the one.)

But now?

Now I sip herbal tea
And block with grace.
I exit with a graceful strut
And bless them in their confusion.

Because boundaries aren’t barriers—
They’re velvet ropes, honey.
And if your vibe ain’t on the list,
You ain’t getting in.

Healing doesn’t mean
I don’t feel the pull.
It means I let it pull…
And then I let it go.

So here’s to the test:
The recycled drama.
The déjà vu nonsense.
The ghost from lesson plans past.

You showed up again.
I saw you.
I recognized you.
And I didn’t flinch.
Didn’t chase.
Didn’t fight.
Didn’t cuss.

Okay—
I almost cussed.

But instead,
I laughed.
I danced.
I chose me.

And that, my loves,
Is how you pass with flying colors—
And fabulous earrings.

You’re healing.
You’re hilarious.
You’re holy.

And baby,
You’re unbothered.

✨🌿

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