and I spoke to myself:
I choose to be a sanctuary for my own soul.
I built walls not to hide,
but to let the light in —
woven from strength,
rooted in the quiet knowing
that I am sacred ground.
but to let the light in —
woven from strength,
rooted in the quiet knowing
that I am sacred ground.
Each creation is a quiet vow of self-devotion -
a tender shield woven of resilience,
a luminous threshold where boundaries soften,
and the soul remembers its own sanctuary.



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