Your Legacy is Strength
Show me the truth and wisdom of the past so that it may be released.
Your legacy is strength. You are connected to a lineage of women who would not bow. Listen to your past and absorb its lessons into your being. The power you have forgotten is embedded in your bones and blood. You are not a victim. You are a crowned warrior. Does your own fierceness offend you? When did you forget its purpose? Do you feel it rising in your chest like a caged Phoenix? Stop convincing yourself that you are “too much” and that your sacrifice is too small. You have sacrificed yourself long enough.
Your mother taught you the lesson of weakness, the inability to surrender to transformation, and the choice to play small; a righteous rage turned inwards that destroyed all. Honor this lesson and change its course. Surrender to rebirth without resistance or force. Do you remember trying to fix and save people who had no desire to save themselves, each time becoming more invisible even to yourself? You’re dying trying. It’s time to save yourself. Poignant discrepancies in who you are and who you pretend to be, the radical rage of self-betrayal. You have forgotten who the fuck you are. You sold your value and truth for compromising self-denial. Do you remember what you value? You’ve become silent in your own life, filling space with worry and strife.
How do I remember my own truth?
Stop taking responsibility for other people’s wounds and healing, set fire to your life, rise, and stop kneeling. Take back your life, your desires, and your health. You are not a victim. You are a conqueror. Stop worrying about offending and BE your own truth. Certainty is an illusion. Stand strong in the face of the Unknown. Each time you have failed to mother yourself, accepting other’s fear as your own, you sold pieces of your own worth.
Manipulation is a tricky bitch, seeping quietly into your soul, undetected until you notice what it stole. Compassion turning to a burden too heavy for the heart to hold; life reflecting to you the truth of your soul. Take back your life and honor the temple of your soul. Bathe yourself in the light of your own love, bandage the tender places that need a gentle touch, and notice the love reflected in your own intense stare.
Who are you? You are love, a luminosity toward your own being, and then radiating out into the world. Fire doesn’t sacrifice its own flame in the hope that another might notice her light. She simply IS radiance, attracting the moth to her flame. Offer to yourself first so that you may warm others from your fullness.
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