Am I the stories woven in whispers,
echoes of a past self lingering like shadows in my bones?
Am I the shape of others’ perceptions,
reflections cast back at me in words, in glances, in expectations?
Or am I something else entirely—
something vast, shifting, unbound?
The Leo Moon calls me forward,
into the light, into the center.
To be seen. To simply be.
But what does it mean to be seen?
Not the one I was, shaped by history,
nor the one I imagine myself becoming.
Just me. Here. Now.
Is this enough?
There is tension in the becoming,
in shedding old skins.
The comfort of the known pulls at me,
the ache of habit, the weight of what once kept me safe.
And yet, something stirs—a wildness, a knowing,
a call to stand as I am, unguarded, unmasked.
Chariklo, guardian of the sacred, whispers:
You are held in something vaster than you can name.
There is a grace moving through you,
a wisdom deeper than thought.
Like water shaping stone, change is both soft and unstoppable.
Let yourself be shaped. Let yourself be known.
Not for approval, not for love, not to fit, not to please—
But because you are here.
Because you are whole.
I breathe.
And perhaps, in this breath, I am enough.
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