Go on, take it all
She surrendered and surrendered and surrendered
But was still surprised at the thoroughness of the purge
Each layer stripped bare
The smear campaign, so brutal
Just before the final blow she was handed her crown (only slightly chipped in battle)
But this is not your land, my queen
It’s time to go home…so they said
Only going home is not a simple journey
Instead it’s a transformation
A cellular level recognition
A release of everything you’ve ever known
Allowing all that is to pause in the stillness
Recalibrating towards unknown pathways
Always listening and trusting (despite appearances of scorched earth)
The portal is opening and it’s almost time
There’s nothing left to do now, but move through
Yes, she agreed
Battle worn and bruised
And arose
Stalking the path forward
And did not look back
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Much love,