There is magic even in the women who are brought to their knees.
The one who is tired of the endless, nonsensical arguments.
The one is exhausted from trying to salvage something that is slowly killing her day in and day out.
Richard Torres
I want you to remember your worth and purpose in this world.
I want you reawaken to your power.
I want you to know that it is okay to leave the people who are harming you.
It is okay to not be okay for a while.
Its okay to take the time to be alone and rebuild the life you seek.
I want you to savor the beauty of your solitude, no matter what your relationship status.
I want all your naysayers to be overshadowed by the wildness of your strength.
I want you to be the warrior woman they never saw coming.
I hope you learn to be enthralled by the sound of your own heartbeat.
I hope you learn to fly rather than clinging to the people only interested in clipping your wings.
The one they said you werent capable of creating.
The one they tried to fan the flames of before it even had a chance to ignite a spark.
I hope you channel all of your adversity into your catharsis.
I hope this crucifixion becomes a platform for your resurrection.
I hope you rise above your doubts and your fears to remember how infinite you really are.
You were not put on this planet to be mistreated or to feel ashamed about shining brightly.
You deserve to be visible in owning all of your gifts.
You deserve to be loved so deeply, cherished so unequivocally.
But inside of you is a courage and a fortitude they couldnt take away even if they tried.
You have the scars to show that you have survived all the wars that life has thrown at you.
In your brokenness there is the ability to create new worlds and a new life.
In your brokenness, new things can grow.
In your darkest moments, I hope you remember your own perfection.
You were created with purpose, with fervor, with intention.
You were beautifully made.
