“He who wants the rose must respect the thorn.”🌹

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 don’t you know,

“𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷”

You hate me yet I am you

look in the mirror if you don’t believe me

Look deep, I’ll be there

If I am guilty,

it’s of loving you too hard and not loving me enough

Your love was my addiction, it was all that I sought

Who would’ve known what I was seeking wasn’t 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 I’d see, Me afraid of what I’d 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 wasn’t seeking to be tamed;

it was seeking to be loved for what it was,

Unconditionally,

It didn’t 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... 🌹🥀🏵