They cannot extinguish
The deep in me
That rises like a Phoenix.
That sacred core assigned
Me from creation.
.
It will find its freedom.
Roll on the wind
Escape over mountains
Dance in the sun
Laugh down the stream
.
The energy and words that are released.
Do not return empty.
They take up space.
Gather energy.
Increase frequency.
Awaken. Affirm. Applaud.
.
They cannot take a mind that is truly free.
They can torture with mental anguish-
For freedom does not come lightly.
But I will not remain under heavy hands.
I will rise.
Find My voice.
Find My brave.
It has always been in me.
The core of who I am all along.
.
I will never forget
That a dove with clipped wings
Will one day learn to fly again.
That things are usually not as they seem.
.
That spark will never be taken from my heart.
Although it may lie
Silent and dormant
For a season.
.
You have glory in the core
Of who you are.
Release it and let it shine.
Transformations only happen
When we allow them.
Do not be afraid of your own
Beautiful light.
The Divine has all the resources
Stock piled for you.
You only need to
Open.
Ask.
Believe.
Wildflower Muse 