#ceriseverses

“I have been before, and now, I choose again. With fuller knowing. With quieter fire.”

Ye who have felt too much and spoken too little, arise. For this is the hour of girlhood reawakened as truth, not as mere trinket nor trope. A sanctum cradling softness, the air thick with its rhymes, where we turn from spectacle and seek instead the sacred; those quiet, quivering things that dwell between the heartbeat and, again, the hush.