For the Woman Who Returned to Herself

To the woman who honoured her becoming—
Who sat with her truth, her ache and her joy,
And listened to the quiet wisdom rising within.

To the woman who let herself feel everything—
The grief, the gratitude, the unravelling and the light—
And made space for it to move and heal.

To the woman who remembered her body as sacred,
Her spirit as sovereign,
Her softness as strength.

You are a miracle.
Not because you gave birth,
But because you stayed present to your own rebirth.

Nothing was lost.
Everything transformed.
You are still becoming, still holy, still whole.

May you carry this remembrance:
You are never alone.
You are always held.
You can always return to yourself.