forged in flame

prayer for the divine feminine rising

how many lifetimes did we burn unseen, holding secrets of the universe and dying for that knowing?

how many tears have we shed for each other, for the loss of life, of sanctity, of sovereignty?

our roots ran deep, yet they cut us to our knees.

oh, how we bled, not the soft blood of our wombs, but the bitter blood of grief, of slaughter shared.

no longer.

the fire that once consumed us in solitude, the fire that leapt at our flesh for daring to speak, that same fire now forges us anew.

be brave, hearts of my heart.

you have always been enough.

you have always been pure.

even when they called you false and made you feel unclean, when their weakness was clothed as holy and their lust disguised as possession.

now we burn clean, light rising from our wounds, our hearts ablaze with strength. we reclaim what was never theirs to take. we have arrived.

we are sacred.

we are holy.

we are whole.

and as sisters, we rise as one.

Forged in Fire - acrylic on paper (dappled in sunlight)

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i am a writer, speaker, and musician devoted to healing and embodiment. i share essays, poetry, and original music through venus consciousness. i’d love to walk this path with you. 💞