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Know yourself. Free yourself. Be yourself.
Sacred Reflection
Born To Be Me
I was born tender—
eyes wide, heart open,
tears ready for another’s pain.
But they told me it was weakness.
They beat the softness out of my skin,
and still, I wept.
I was born to sit with the stars,
to speak with trees,
to write poems in silence.
But they mocked my solitude.
Punished my stillness.
Tried to replace my reflection with noise.
I was the quiet one,
the soul-full one,
in a house of bright voices and loud feet.
I thought something was wrong with me.
That my colors were all out of place.
Until I looked closer.
Until I saw her—
the girl within.
Soft. Loving. Deep. Kind.
She did not need to become like them.
She only needed to become like herself.
And now I know—
My quiet is sacred.
My depth is divine.
My stained glass heart is not meant to be plain.
I was not born to blend in.
I was born to refract light.
In my own colors.
Reflections
Were you ever told—directly or indirectly—that your nature was wrong? What messages did you receive about being sensitive, quiet, or different?
How did those messages shape the way you saw yourself? What parts of you were hidden or shamed?
What would it mean to fully honor your authentic nature now?How do you want to show up differently, more aligned with who you truly are?
Journaling
Create a quiet, gentle space. Light a candle, place your hands on your heart, and whisper,
“I am allowed to be me.”
Read the poem slowly.
Then write a love letter to the younger version of you—the tender one, the soulful one. Tell her she never had to become anything else.
Let her voice be heard.
Let her light be seen.
