This hits like a woman reclaiming her name after years of being misread. I know that moment when the curtain rips and the so-called devil shrinks into a small, trembling man.
Your poem carries the heat of someone who rose from the floor and refused to bow again. That kind of knowing can’t be taken back. This was powerful.
thank you for your wisdom and your words. yes, that is what this truly is. it’s a reclamation. abuse when it’s started so young has a way of burying in so deep. but now i’m awake and well. woken from the spell. 💫
Waking from that kind of spell is its own initiation. What gets buried young doesn’t disappear. It waits for the day you’re strong enough to unearth it without breaking. You’ve done that.
Once a woman names what was done to her, the spell has no power left.
it’s the truth, right? they may try and rob us of our sovereignty. but they were never anyone worth anything to us. don’t people realize you reap what you sow…
This is fierce in the best way. It feels like watching someone step into themselves after a long battle, clear-eyed and done with the old tricks and old shadows. That final turn — “you never had any power anyway” — lands with real truth. Loved this.
nat, thank you so much for sharing your own deep insight around this piece. what a special treat to have someone, not only really get what i’m writing about, but reflect it back so eloquently. i really appreciate it! 🙏
This hits like a woman reclaiming her name after years of being misread. I know that moment when the curtain rips and the so-called devil shrinks into a small, trembling man.
Your poem carries the heat of someone who rose from the floor and refused to bow again. That kind of knowing can’t be taken back. This was powerful.
thank you for your wisdom and your words. yes, that is what this truly is. it’s a reclamation. abuse when it’s started so young has a way of burying in so deep. but now i’m awake and well. woken from the spell. 💫
Waking from that kind of spell is its own initiation. What gets buried young doesn’t disappear. It waits for the day you’re strong enough to unearth it without breaking. You’ve done that.
Once a woman names what was done to her, the spell has no power left.
powerful, my friend. i can’t wait to read some of your work. so glad you’re here. 🙏
🙏🙏🙏
Sounds like you hit a huge turning point in your life! I am celebrating that little victorious hallelujah - good for you!!
yes!! i did!! and it was and is a hallelujah!! thanks for witnessing. 🙏💕
Powerful!
thank you, sistar 🌟
That ending
"you never had
any power
anyway."
❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
it’s the truth, right? they may try and rob us of our sovereignty. but they were never anyone worth anything to us. don’t people realize you reap what you sow…
I loved the option to listen to You read your poem - your voice sounds great!
aww, thanks for sharing my beautiful friend! when do i get to read some of your channels?
Yes!! Wonderful, powerful poem. Glad you survived. Hold your head high, warrior, and thrive! 👍🏽
thank you for being my witness and a fellow healer on the journey. i appreciate you!🙏
Without wounds we are not warriors. But neither are we victims because of them. We are heroes (thanks Sue Reid).
You sound powerful. You have my support.
thanks, deebug! ♥️
This is fierce in the best way. It feels like watching someone step into themselves after a long battle, clear-eyed and done with the old tricks and old shadows. That final turn — “you never had any power anyway” — lands with real truth. Loved this.
nat, thank you so much for sharing your own deep insight around this piece. what a special treat to have someone, not only really get what i’m writing about, but reflect it back so eloquently. i really appreciate it! 🙏
A very powerful message. It's so important to believe and stand up for yourself.
thank you for being here.
together we rise!
i can’t wait to see where we are both in a year from now!
Best wishes😊
you too! i believe in my heart that our time is now. this is our collective rising and we each bring our unique skill set to the table. 🙏