Sometimes it whispers.
Sometimes it bleeds.
Sometimes it waits until you’re
quiet enough
to notice
it was yours all along.

This space is rooted
in that kind of power —
the kind that doesn’t need
to prove
itself.

The kind that feels
like coming home
to your own body.

The kind
that invites you to
stop
performing
and start
remembering.

Step in
whenever your gut
says to begin.
You already know the way.