And then, one day, she opened her eyes—
feeling the weight of a silent morning,
smiling at the empty spaces,
without a headache or a heartache.
Sediments of anger settled deep
turning over to kiss her comic tragedy on the cheek,
she no longer feared the fire.
Destruction lost its power to board up her heart.
And instead of drowning the ancient beast,
she burned down instead.
Rolling in the ashes,
reaching down into earthy mess
she found her war paint
to highlight the scars.
Her face dirty in radiant glory,
glowing with resurrection legends of freedom.
Her mouth wide open
unleashing a wild banshee wail
to unlock cage doors of black and white borders.
No longer sentenced to a life of shoulds and shouldn’ts.
Bailed out of conformity.
risk being burned for what you love,
for your own soul’s liberation.
Let it hurt like hell,
because on the other side is your deliverance.
until pure water rushes through your veins—
healing tidal waves, brave enough to fight fires.
Let yourself fall over and over
because the tide will always return,
in the soft glow of moonlight.
Learn to flow with humor and grace,
trust that your tears will not drown you.
Get back up,
with a wink and a smile,
unshakable in your bones.
Let go of the incessant need for control,
every detail of every day,
remember the little one inside
who saw through untamed eyes
a magical world of possibility.
Turn toward your tender, fragile heart—
give her a hug.
Let her know she’s gonna be okay.
Do not fear what is yours yet to know—
call out to the ancestors
who sang stories written from stars
combusting into nothingness and everything-ness.
You are a blip on the screen.
“Let the beauty you love be what you do.”
Feel it all
until the small drops
merge with a raging ocean of love,
an endless horizon,
depths we cannot yet see.
there is always a way back up
through the indomitable force of our human resilience.
A relentless spirit—
It is yours.
It is mine.
It is ours.
Author: Angela Meyer
Image: Instagram @budokonangela
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Copy Editor: Kenni Linden