Sacred Reflection

I was not born to be tamed.
I was not born to be folded neatly
into a box made for someone else’s comfort.

I was born to dance barefoot in the moonlight,
to throw my head back in laughter that echoes
through the canyons of conformity.

I was born to be wild —
not reckless, but raw.
Not chaotic, but sovereign.
Not unruly, but untamed.

I am the thunder and the purr,
the flame and the steady ember.
I do no harm — but I take no shit.
I walk with grace and fire in equal parts.

I don’t ask for permission
to be who I already am.

I sing my own song.
I paint outside the lines.
I radiate my truth in technicolor.

This is my joy.
This is my freedom.
This is my return to the wild.