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.

Even after the mud.

Even after the fire.

Now I move with patience,

with peace,

with kindness,

with compassion,

with the knowing

that life is neither right nor wrong—

only a series of choices.

And now,

I choose me.

I stand firm on my decisions,

trusting my own wisdom.

The universe has been waiting

for my resurrection.

And I rise.

Again.

And again.

— Love, Jess