A Phoenix Reborn
by Jess Something ancient within me is stirring— something waiting, longing, destined to be born through me. Its wings press against the inside of my spirit, and I finally whisper: I’m ready. I no longer rush my emergence. I rise at the speed of divinity, at the peak of forever, with a heart unafraid of being seen. Let them laugh. Let them mock. They only speak from blindness— from the inability to perceive the depth of who I was, who I am, and who I am becoming. I dance when my spirit calls. I sing when my soul vibrates. I love where others have forgotten how. I walk forward with open heart and an awakened mind, granting myself grace with every sacred step. This is new. Everything feels new— as though God cracked open the sky and whispered a new name into my being. Everything says: I am worthy. My words carry weight. My mind attracts what nourishes me. My needs are tended to before I even know they exist. My garden—lush. My fruit—beautiful. ...