I call back what is mine.
Not stolen, but forgotten.
Not broken, but buried.

I stand now at the threshold
between the lie and the light.
Between the distortion and the divine.

I feel it ~
In my bones,
In my breath,
In my blood.
The ancient thread of remembrance
woven through marrow and memory.

To the infiltrators who whispered “not enough”
I see you.
To the illusions that fed on my forgetting
I name you.
To the distortions that masqueraded as love
I unbind you.

You may not touch my heart.
You may not hold my light.
You may not twist my vision.
For I see now
and I see me.

I am not who I was told to be.
I am not your projection.
I am not your wound.
I am not yours.

I am mine.

I stand now as the flame ~
Not one lit by another,
but one that never went out.

I call all of me home.
From the dark corners,
from the shadows I called love,
from the silence that made me small,
I return.

I remember.

Not from the mind.
From the marrow.
From the sacred center.
From the place you could never reach.

I am sovereign.
I am truth.
I am flame.

And I shall not forget again.