Where Her Light Begins

She rose from the quietest parts of herself, carrying a light she didn’t borrow from anyone else.

It pulsed through her like a forgotten language—

one she was finally ready to speak.

The world had tried to dim her brilliance,

to convince her softness meant she must stay small.

But she learned that illumination is not volume—

it is truth made visible.

So she stepped into her power,

not as a flame that burns,

but as a star that remembers its own origin.

A force of creation.

A woman becoming her own cosmos.

And in her ascent,

every shadow surrendered to her glow.

This is where she begins again—

not smaller,

but brighter.