I sat idle on my bed.
In a trance of sorts.
While even with no energy, or motivation it continues to grow. Like a seed buried under layers of dirt. It assumed its death. Alone in the darkness. But, it is alive.
It’s fueled with struggle and pain. That’s how its fed. Hungry for the day it explodes into its potential.
On the day it’s needed most, it illuminates through my skin and explodes with brightness. I’m alive.
When I didn’t think I had it inside of me, its been there saving me all along.
Returning to its normal capacity, an everyday spark in the depths and core of my being.
It speaks its name. Strength. A nova.
The universe inside of me. The light.
My purpose manifested. I am the universe, my strength, the stamp of divinity.
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