You were always the knight.
You were always the warrior.
You were always the flame.

It was never a question of if.
Only ever.
When?

When will you draw your sword?
When will you rise from your knees
and stand in the fire that never left you?

When will you go to battle,
not with the world,
but with the silence inside you?
When will you descend
into the underworld of self
and reclaim what was taken?

When will you recover what was always yours,
not lost,
only buried beneath the forgetting?

You were always meant to rise.
You were never meant to stay down.
It was always ever a matter of,

When?

When will you trust yourself?
When will you speak for yourself?
Stand for yourself?
Fight for the self you once abandoned
in the name of love
that never truly saw you?

Yes.

Reflect now on all the times you gave yourself away
for connection,
for safety,
for something that looked like love
but came wrapped in silence and self-erasure.

It was never about those who broke you.
They were never meant to consume you.
They were catalysts;
triggers,
mirrors,
bridges to your becoming.

A broken heart is not the end.
It is a gateway;
to remembrance,
to ascension,
to the moment you gather every shattered piece
and place it back with your own hands.

Not as you were,
but as who you are now:
whole, sovereign, and in flame.

So rise, loved one.
Like the warrior you have always been.
Not forged by love lost,
but ignited by the love you reclaimed.

It was never about becoming.
It was always about remembering.

You were always the flame.