Sacred Reflection

I once gave my heart to hands that trembled,

called them steady

because I was lonely.

I once believed silence meant safekeeping,

that quiet eyes meant loyalty.

But I see now: the truth was whispering all along.

I am the vault I searched for in others.

I am the flame that keeps its own counsel.

I am the guardian of my sacred.

Let the false fall away.

Let the veils burn clean.

Let no shadow remain where self-trust should dwell.

I no longer trade my truth for company.

I no longer soften my edges

to make others feel safe in their illusions.

I am the woman who sees clearly.

I am the woman who chooses herself.

I am the woman who walks forward

with empty hands, but a full soul.

This is not the end of love.

It is the end of betrayal.

The end of giving away gold

to those who do not recognize its light.

I walk now in fierce alignment.

I speak now with unshaken voice.

I rise now — not seeking approval —

but returning to the temple of myself.

I am the vault.

I am the fire.

I am the truth

I once gave away.

And I am home.