This is a celebration,
Of carefully weaving,every intricate part of me,
Weighing pieces,
Discarding,
Then putting them together with love.
This is a celebration of all of me.
This is a witness,
Of all the unfurling beauty
That lies ahead
And what has been
Screaming out my name
Beckoning me to lose my breath.
Show up, let the world be a witness
That I was here,
That I was alive.
This is a declaration,
When I said I couldn't live without you,
It was true.
I didn't live.
I thrived.
I woke up.
Unafraid. Unapologetic.
Thank you for letting me slip through your hands.
Darling, it was meant to be this glorious.
