29/06/2025
I twirled; not to be seen, but to shed.
Each turn peeled off a layer not mine:
the roles, the rules, the expectations; the constriction.
I moved from the physical
hips swaying, heart pounding;
to something deeper.
Spirit rising. Soul remembering.
With every spin, I stripped away the noise and returned to the truth:
I am not what the world told me to be.
I am what I choose to reclaim
soft and fierce, wild and wise,
rooted in peace,
and drenched in the kind of love that starts within.
This is reverence.
This is freedom.
This is me.