The Furnace Within

The cold water slides down my body, chilling me from the outside, teaching me I’m a furnace within.

Shedding the Depths

The scales fall, flaking from my skin, revealing a pinking softness beneath.

A moth appears with illumined wing tips— her wings significant lights that glow— Acceptance.

I am all of me—refractions of light joined, the center of the wheel, healing every spoke of my soul.

Clouds, their condensation water streaking from the sky, dripping ecstatic lullabies across the grace of nature and my face.

Come for me, my Love. Draw me into Your orbit. Torch my heart for You.

He has taken my heart’s desires and my experiences— my prayers— and spun them out into surprising gold.

I lost my fucking identity a million times before this one. I’m well-versed

He keeps me, meets me on the other side of pleasure and pain, loving every small gain of my heart.

He meets me where I’m at, reminds me He’s my God through love, not dominance.