Death and Life

I remember losing my mother 5 years ago, meeting death and holding it in my arms. It wasn't welcomed. I resisted healing those wounds. It was agony. They lasted years. The shock of losing her dismantled my worth and questioned everything I knew regarding mercy, divinity and grace. I continuously brawled with demons, immersed in regret and exhaustion until a miracle happened.

Creation came to me and held a mirror to my soul, expanding my consciousness and collapsing my reality. I was fury and empowerment combined. I was a warrior, roaring my baby into this world, filled with honor for my purpose. My cauterized shell had split open. My heart consumed the pain from my chest and dissolved it with one beat. I held creation in my arms and cried tears of devotion. It all lived in me and I was grateful for that. I celebrated vitality and proclaimed my surrender. It was over and it had just begun.