“We came in search of the sun, yet were met with midnight hour. We believe that beauty is only found when things are full. When the flowers have blossomed and the trees have borne their fruits. We overlook the beauty in things when they are at their least. When they are in their growing phases. When their seeds are being planted and their soils don’t yet have any budding flowers to show.”
Even in my darkness, I choose to be the moon. Even through my trauma, I choose to exist as love. Learning to honor myself this way has been a riddle of broken song and evening sorrow. I’ve spent nights with the blues filling my veins, but the journey is always worth the sight of seeing the sun rise come morning. And I have the joy of awakening to the view of that beauty everyday.
I am here to celebrate myself for who I am, and that is in every moment of my journey. That is through my light, through my darkness, through my joy, through my pain. The love that I hold for myself extends to the darkest crevices of my soul.
Even when I find myself in midnight’s hour, I still allow praise to flow from my lips in honor of who I am. Everyday I am learning. I am growing. I am rising. I am not perfect, but I am in love with my existence. I am a woman. I am a sun who may set, but still rises. And that is the beauty of my horizon. I welcome the entirety of my being to stretch across my skies. I have learned to extend gratitude to each piece of my soul because I know that I am deserving of this love in its sweet fullness.
With each piece of heaven I hold, I am existing as a glorious woman. I will continue rising. I will continue finding glory. I will continue