Flames sparkled in her eyes as she watched remnants of her life crisp and then fall away.
After her tears carried away the reflection of the flames she smirked, turned and walked away.
The home she worked so hard to build-gone. The relationship she held onto far past its expiration date-released and the version of herself kept trying to hold everyone together…finally laid to rest.
It broke everything in her to pack up memories, uproot her babies and walk away from the man she loved but could no longer lose herself for. Every decision felt like ripping out a piece of her own history.
She stepped out of the ashes with her shadow integrated, her softness reclaimed and her sovereignty intact.
She learned that sometimes the hardest part of becoming is letting the old version of you die while you’re still alive.
In that fire, she didn’t burn. She clarified.
She remembered that she is both Mother and Maker, Root and Flame, Soft and Sovereign.
This was ascension.
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