05/08/2025
I am who I am.
Her light, her love. Gallons. Giving and pouring into vessels that can’t contain all that she is. Sharing all that she is with broken vessels. Hoping to create a new, beautiful gift. Until she is the broken one. Depleted and empty. Retreating and hiding, feeling like an outcast, unwanted. When she has nothing left to give.
Her fire inside feels diminished, about to extinguish. The world rejects her.
A smile appears on her tear stained face, in the midst of her pain. She has no reason to smile, but she smiles anyways.
And the world is confused.
She should just give up, but she stands. Battered and bruised, she walks forward.
Leaving the darkness, knowing her worth.
Fighting against the winds of chaos, until those loud sirens cease.
Every muscle in her body aches, but her resilience beats the odds. Even in the storm, she carries that knowing smile. That still spirit. Her fire ignites.
She is the beautiful gift. 🩷