*Warning: salty language ahead!
She traveled through hell and came back naked—riding the devil.
So no, she wouldn’t settle for less than heaven,
this time around.
She got burnt by the fire of her inner demons,
watched them laugh at her skin dissolving, and came back out of the ashes
as a red and blue motherfuckin’ Phoenix.
So no, she wouldn’t chase love or men any longer.
She wouldn’t choose what or whom
does not choose her.
She would choose to love,
buy no chasing games anymore.
She carried the burden
of a thousand sandbags on her shoulder,
and patiently watched as her arms bled.
And yet, she kept going.
She made the weather
bow to her heart’s desire for freedom,
and traveled through to the sun and back.
So no, she wouldn’t depend on anyone for her inner bliss and freedom,
yet she is ready to allow genuine connections inside her heart
by tearing her walls down when she needs to,
when those who desire to know her
have genuine intention and interest.
She walked miles and miles alone to build herself a home within,
a nest of bliss around her greatest passions and dreams,
so no, she wouldn’t accept less than magic,
less than songs of love
and embraces that feed the arteries of her heart
with fresh blood and new life.
She had to go through the dead corpses of her old self
and visit them at the closest cemetery
to finally wake up from death and sleep,
and realize no one can make her free
and blissful in life except for her own understanding and expansion.
No one can be her hero
but her own spirit.
She had to touch so many layers of broken pieces within
to realize she is not broken;
she is instead being opened and penetrated by the entire Universe
so she can receive more
of what she deserves.
She still has layers to go through.
And she is doing her work to create a masterpiece out of her being…
one that will shock more than a few,
perhaps terrorize a few others,
and will make some run the fuck away from her.
She is rising.
She is rising from the ruins of her past
and family conditioning.
She is rising from all the bullshit
she was told about herself and life.
She is rising above all the games
others played on her inner keyboard, because she fucking owns
her own piano, and she knows exactly
what kind of songs she is going to compose from now on.
She is rising above all the lies she told herself,
and all the illusions she borrowed from past lovers.
She now knows that the love she thought she was chasing
resides inside the walls of her heart,
and that’s the place she needs to decorate and make a garden out of
before she meets another garden
that is also blossoming from within.