12/05/2025
There is a moment in healing where the weight of the past falls away, and the soul remembers how to soar.
It is an ending and a beginning, held in the same breath. A turning point moment when a deep shift happens in the innermost self.
In this poem, I explore the visceral experience of unlocking—of finding my wings, trusting the air beneath them, and rising into the “heights of my exquisiteness”. It is a dance with the wind, a reclamation of my rite to expand, and a declaration of the most powerful truth we can own:
I am. I am. I am. Alive.
Turn up the sound, close your eyes, and let this journey lift you. 🕊✨
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