Sovereignty.

And I swear with all my sovereignty that I’d never curse you or corrode you.

When the rest evade you, I couldn’t even desert you.

The Creator’s breath inside you marked you and it made you— there is no battlefield, the war has always been within you.

No holier war has been fought than the one that seeks to make you whole.

You are loved.

You are worthy.

You are safe. You are free.

Not in theory— in truth.

Strip away the noise, the shame, the borrowed hatred you mistook for identity.

There is nothing broken here that was not taught to fracture.

There is nothing missing that cannot be remembered.

So stand in your divinity without apology.

Because the only salvation you have ever needed

was the courage to believe you were never lost.