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 waitedbeneath my own skin,patient, kind, and knowing. I’ve met my shadows,not as enemies,but as teacherswho showed me the way backtoContinue reading “Coming Home to My Power”
