~Inside This Soul ~

Look too long and you may begin to remember things you have never lived. There is something wild in them, something the night recognizes.

They have learned to keep their magic quiet, tucked beneath soft smiles and ordinary words.But the moment they look at you with that deep, knowing gaze, the veil begins to thin.

You may reach for me, but you will not find the woman who once mistook surrender for affection. I have buried that version of myself deep beneath the roots of an ancient tree where she can no longer be summoned.

My magic belongs to me. My silence is mine. My fire is mine. Even the shadows I carry answer only to me. I will not shrink so someone else can feel alive. I will not pour myself empty to prove that I care.

There is something dangerous about a woman who finally understands that her magic was never something just anyone was entitled to. My magic is not a gift to leave at someone's doorstep.

It is the storm beneath my skin. The whisper between worlds. The spell I cast when I finally chose myself. I keep it. I protect it. I let it grow wild where no one can reach it.

And if you feel something ancient stir when I walk away, know this, I did not take your power. I simply stopped giving you mine. You may stand beneath my moonlight but you will not take the moon from my sky.