@katalina-aurora

I watched as people draped their lives
In careless prayers and easy offerings:
“Thank God,” “God willing,” “With God’s favor.”
As if the heavens owed them mercy. I, too, had wanted to surrender,
To bathe in the river of someone else’s will—
But the serpent tightened around my heart,
Squeezing the breath of truth from me. It showed me the delicate thread of fate,
Not held by gods, but woven by my hands—
Tangled, torn, and still weaving,
A story that only I could tell. And so, I shed my skin of submission,
I faced the world, raw and unarmored—
Neither a sinner nor a saint,
But a seeker, scarred and sacred, awake.

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