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A poetic soul reflection on identity, inner power, and returning home to your truth. For sensitive hearts, seekers, and those finding their way back to themselves.
We speak of self-love as if it is a final destination.
But self-love is not a ritual, a bubble bath, a mantra in gold font.
A society that lives through its eyes becomes blind.
Because images can be manipulated.
Because videos can be taken out of context.
Because headlines can be written to trigger fear — or anger.
That moment that now may seem like a dream or a fairy tale.
A day when there will be no need to fear. When we won’t have to fight for truth.
A day when people will look at each other with eyes that see through the heart.
I am not what others say about me.
I am not what life has taken from me.
I am not even the pain that still lingers inside.
For the first time in a long time, my body believed me.
It believed that I was safe.
It believed that we were done running.
You didn’t miss your life.
You met it when it was ready
to meet you back.
Sometimes the greatest poison is the one we never see —
because it lives inside us, quietly, deeply,
in the stories we never tell.
Nothing stays frozen forever.
No night lasts forever.
No pain holds your soul prisoner forever.
