Sacred Reflection

I spent a lifetime gripping the illusion—

security, control, certainty.

I feared the unknown,

resisted change,

built my world around the idea of safety.

But that safety was a cage.

A prison painted in perfection.

Hard work.

Good girl.

Exhausted woman.

I gave until I disappeared.

I stayed until I shattered.

And still, I held on—

until life pried my fingers loose.

It all fell apart.

And in the wreckage,

I found myself.

The fires came—

not to punish,

but to purify.

They burned the fear from my bones.

They seared the false stories from my skin.

And I emerged fireproof.

Now, I walk with trust.

I don’t need a map—

my soul is my compass.

I am no longer afraid of what I cannot control.

Because I know who walks with me.

And she is fearless.

She is sovereign.

She is me.