โHe who wants the rose must respect the thorn.โ๐น
Updated: Dec 15, 2020

I am nothing yet I am everything
I am a masterpiece in the making,
a work of art in progress
I am divine, I am human
Conflicted
It is my light you love and my dark you despise
Yet donโt you know,
โ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฑ๐ธ ๐๐ช๐ท๐ฝ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ป๐ธ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ถ๐พ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ผ๐น๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ป๐ทโ
You hate me yet I am you
look in the mirror if you donโt believe me
Look deep, Iโll be there
If I am guilty,
itโs of loving you too hard and not loving me enough
Your love was my addiction, it was all that I sought
Who wouldโve known what I was seeking wasnโt far,
I had to learn the one I needed,
the love I yearned for, only asked to be seen, to be recognized, to be accepted.
It was me in the mirror all along,
it was me afraid of what Iโd see, Me afraid of what Iโd neglected,
but there I was arms outstretched,
heart wide open
waiting for that little girl to realize her inner beauty, realize her womanhood,
realize her sanctity
Her love was sacred
Her rage was sacred
Her sensuality Divine
The fire that ravaged her from the inside wasnโt seeking to be tamed;
it was seeking to be loved for what it was,
Unconditionally,
It didnโt ask for much
it only asked for this moment right here,
for the vastness of its celestial waters to be explored and no longer ignored, no longer rejected.
And I learned that you cannot fully see the brilliance of the light until you are engulfed in the dark
To be fully embodied, Fully ME
Merging the light with the dark, was my greatest victory
Loving my unloved parts, my greatest challenge
Thank yourself for the love and beauty you contribute to the world she said,
but also, if not more so, for showing up as you are,
fully YOU,
like a rose with its thorns,
unapologetically, sacredly... ๐น๐ฅ๐ต