They expected a wound to become a weapon.
Expected the broken to grow teeth sharp enough to cut through bone and split the world open the same way their heart was cracked in two.
But some people carry pain like lanterns instead of knives.
Some learn the anatomy of sorrow so intimately that they can recognize it in the tremble of another's voice,
in the way someone laughs too loudly,
in the silence between every “I’m fine.”
There are souls who become softer after surviving what should’ve hardened them.
Not because it hurts them less,
or because they are “holy.”
But because they remember exactly what it felt like to bleed unseen.
So they bandage others with the same trembling hands that once reached out for help only to come out empty-handed.
This is the paradox of Chiron, “the wounded healer.”
A person stitched together with scar tissue and starlight,
turning old grief into medicine.
They’re living proof that hurt people don’t always hurt people.
Some create shelter.
Some lead with compassion.
Some become the calm voice saying,
“I know this darkness. Come sit beside me. You do not have to survive this alone.”
And maybe that is the holiest thing of all — to stand at the edge of your own suffering without pushing another deep into the abyss.
To be strong enough to say:
“The pain stops here.”
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 5:21 PM UTC
I am sovereign in my presence,
a visionary walking my divine path.
Resilient in my spirit, an illuminator for the world’s stage.
My light cannot be dimmed or broken,
nor my purpose denied.
I rise above & beyond the limitations,
creating new paths of abundance.
My success is my birth right,
I will leave a lasting legacy guiding others with wisdom & power beyond this physical plane.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 2:09 PM UTC
His glance, like a match ignited a fire within her soul
A raging inferno fueled by her desires
Consumed by the flames she let them turn her heart to ash, serving as a symbolic death to all that came before him.
His presence, like necromancy made her rise from the dead
She was free, like a phoenix soaring high from the ashes of her past.
His devotion, like a blood oath in a coven gave her security.
He was bound to her by Saturns rings, timelessly committed.
Their love, like a vampiric tale was eternal, for they would find each other in every lifetime…
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC
I will never forget our first night together.
The way he swiftly grabbed me by my waist the moment I shut the door behind me.
He pulled me in, hypnotized by his ocean blue eyes, I simply could not resist him.
He kissed me, and with the roaring intensity of a tidal wave, I was left there striped naked and exposed; swimming in the depths of his desire & unspoken love for me.
Our souls, bound to one another.
And it was a peaceful feeling.
A feeling of familiarity.
It felt as if my soul sighed in relief, because in that moment I knew that I have returned to a lover I have spent centuries seeking after.
I felt safe in his presence. Secure.
I could be vulnerable & shamelessly feminine.
Something I always yearned for but could never fully entrust onto another.
Out of fear & disappointment that they could not adequately nurture & protect me.
But what we shared was something that was once only found within the realm of my dreams, and the dark recesses of my subconscious.
A love that I knew in my bones existed all along and was desperate to experience again.
So desperate that I foolishly tried to seek our bond through partners that could only see me from the surface.
They were afraid to dive deep enough to reach me.
I was left drowning & gasping for breath, suffocating from the lack of depth and intimacy that they failed to provide to even themselves.
I was met only by men with lustful eyes and an unquenchable thirst that led to me enduring devastating betrayals & soul-crushing heartbreaks…
But on that first night with him, I understood why their love was only skin deep.
They were all lessons I had to learn.
Lessons to teach me to love & value myself so that I could transform, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of past lovers sins.
I shed my old skin, ready to embrace the world with a newfound love for myself.
My self-worth magnetizing him to me like a moth to a flame.
A sailor following a sirens call through the oceans mist.
Circumstances kept us apart, but divine timing brought us together once I was ready.
Ready to let go, surrender and dance in the flames of our eternal love.
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC