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Let them tremble
Just a little bit
Before your strength
And your majesty,
Girl.
Naavya Aug 12
People think i’m sensitive
They don’t know my battles
They don’t know what i’ve been through and what i’ve emerged from
They don’t know how strong I am
If I’m sensitive
Then being sensitive is the strongest of all
One day,
I asked you to save me.

And I realized
It was I who would save myself.
But I got lost—
It was only words,
Empty from my lips.

Now,
I have truly saved myself.
I’m still learning
To save myself every day.

And now I ask you:
Walk beside me,
As my partner,
As someone who will share this life with me—
Not as someone
Who must save me from myself.

I no longer need
A rescue.
It’s not about choosing between two men—
It’s about choosing
Myself
Always.
This divorce has existed
for a long time.

Even if you grieve for it,
grieve more for yourself.

It’s time to release
all the filth you let pile up here.

Do you remember how you suffered?
The anguish of feeling alone?

You were always playing a role—
you, trying to make it work
every
single
day.

Yes, there were good moments,
things that were genuine.
And maybe longing
will walk beside you forever.

But the poems you wrote
two, three years ago
don’t lie.
You weren’t lying to yourself back then.

And back then,
you were already yearning for healing.
You spoke of the pain
of having no one.

Yes, you hoped he would save you—
though you didn’t know it consciously.

But you saved yourself, in part.
That job was the first breaking point.
And now, this marriage—
is the second.

You deserve more.
There is a goddess in me—
long asleep.

She woke.
I fed her.
I listened to her voice.
She sang the most beautiful songs to me.

But then I put her back to sleep
and forgot her.

Now she has awakened again,
and she sees—
if it were up to me,
nothing would change.

I believe this goddess
is the lost child within me,
braver than I am,
pushing me toward the choices
I was so afraid to make.

Living
was one of them.
The truth is,
sometimes
victory lies
in leaving the past behind.

You can’t move forward
when you’re tied to the depths
of the ocean.

They say Christ
casts forgiven sins down there—
but it feels like I’m leaving
all my sins
tied like stones to my feet,
sinking with them.

If Christ exists,
He has forgiven me.
But I have not forgiven myself.

I’m like a submarine,
lost in some sea,
in the dark,
sending out signals
for someone on the surface
to hear me.

No one will come.

I should have learned by now—
princes on white horses
are a myth.

I am the prince.
I am the white horse.
I save myself.
girlinflames Aug 15
I let go.
I let go of the story I keep trying to tell—
the one where, near the end,
someone comes to save me.

I’ve already learned,
in the most painful ways,
that I will always save myself.
It is my responsibility,
and mine alone.

So I let go
of that narrative where I remain
the little girl.

Now I am a woman,
and I choose to write
a different story.
girlinflames Aug 12
When I shattered on the floor,
I was a crystal glass.
Now that I’ve gathered my pieces,
I am a goddess.

~ no longer a vessel for others
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