"It's a growing pain, like the sky watches me, as the water burdens my very life, a grotesque scene in a tranquil swamp, surrounded with all the flowers I only see as I lay there. It will be my forever lament, a maim into my soul, for the love that gets the best in me, it did the best of me, it is truly a crime."

Words told like a bestowed prayer, it vanishes through the wind as she lays there, submerged by the swamp.

If your eyes rest upon these words, trust that they were meant for you. You are loved—fiercely, endlessly, beyond measure. The universe does not turn away; it moves with you, for you, shaping itself around the weight of your longing, the depth of your worth. Hold this close. Even in the silence, even in the dark, you are never unseen.

I work at the edge, where the light of Awen beckons,  
Drawing me back to the warmth of this earthly life.  

Foraging into uncharted realms, brambles cross my face,
thick and wild,  
An unyielding maze where the shadows of my demons linger;  
they are a little messed up.  

Yearning to retreat, to find solace on familiar ground.  
Visions of a goddess pulse an existence, so inspired

I stand tall, defenses at the ready,  
Nurturing the delicate blooms of change within.  
In the quiet moments of within myself, I gather strength,  
For transformation requires time, patience, and grace
I humble my mind.

One day, I will rise, petals unfurling to the sun,  
To bring forth my gifts, sharing the beauty of my journey  
With the world the seed is broadcast, as I climb steadily from the dark.