Oh the things I would tell myself from back then. 23 & 29, I would hold myself close & tell lil Wezzy:
“100 pounds will come & go…
That men that beat you do not love you “
I would kiss my own tummy & weep, “You will have three children die inside your womb- be not a grave & dance with grace in grief. “
I would take my own face in my hands and Eskimo kiss my own nose.
“Nothing grows at even paces, let the scars remind you of the places that blooming with others helped you reach & stay growing when winter frost kills the crops around your trunk- for you are an ancient tree committed to a destiny far grander than others dare to dream.”
And then finally I would make unwavering eye contact and smile through tears:
“MySELF you are the most cherished gift in the universe, let this message fill your soul with nourishing auditory nectar & SING WHEN YOU ARE ALONE- for this is how I reach you. I am all there is in the infinite & each time you tremble with that knife, each day you beat the ground till your fists bleed know your anger is HEARD and validated.
Your quest is to rise to reprogram self-loathing in a journey that will inspire ALL that surround you. YOU PRECIOUS WOLF BORN TO LAMBS ARE MEANT TO RUN FREE IN THE MOONLIGHT AND THE ECHO OF THINE HOWL WILL RESOUND IN A SYMPHONY OF YOU ACROSS THE UNIVERSE HERSELF!
Be at peace on days of chaos for they rebirth creation
Though hostility always have the courage to be kind
Be a warrior in a garden ready to defend what you honor
Through doubt believe always in majick
Be ferocious- those that run aren’t meant to run by your side
Through light is darkness & through darkness light – neither exist without the other roll of the spherical spectrum they reside on
Believe that demons are sacred rebels that resist persist & repeat the holy war against those that keep knowledge & those that educate.
I love you My Wolf, My World, My Self.
♏️🦂😈🌀🧿🐺🧿🌀😈🦂♏️