Coming Home to My Power

I walked through silence,
through storms that spoke in whispers,
learning that power isn’t loud,
it hums softly beneath the ribs,
where truth and peace entwine.

I have been broken open,
not to be shattered,
but to see the light that waited
beneath my own skin,
patient, kind, and knowing.

I’ve met my shadows,
not as enemies,
but as teachers
who showed me the way back
to the woman I had once forgotten.

Now I see my strength was never in endurance,
but in my capacity to love
even when misunderstood.
My softness was never weakness,
it was the language of my soul.

I no longer seek permission
to speak, to feel, to be.
I breathe with my heart unguarded,
trusting that the path ahead
unfolds exactly as it should.

I am not what I lost
I am what I found within the loss.
I am home in my body,
safe in my truth,
rooted in peace.

My power is not control
it is surrender.
It is love,  unfiltered, unbound,
and finally,
mine.