My dear, the time has come to fly.
To soar away from once limiting pastures and aim for the brighter skies that beckon for you on the shining horizon. The path you once walked seems so foreign to you now, unfitting and outgrown in all of your expansion.
With each old layer that falls away from your skin you transformed, a living embodiment of Phoenix alchemy.
You are not ruined dear one you are rising, endlessly unfolding your feathers to the new dawning day.
You were never meant to stay where you no longer fit you see, you were never meant to settle and make do. That was never meant to be your lot in life.
Playing small and hiding away isn’t your destiny nor is accepting less than you deserve with open arms and mouth closed.
It can be hard at times to see what lies ahead amidst all of the uncertainty that can well within your soul. The storms can rage wild and savage all around you offering little comfort as the torrents wash your world away.
These tempests will not last my dear, but you will. You will be standing long after the winds die down and the flood levels return to normal.
These days are not meant to break you down but to break you open, to dive you deeper than ever before into the depths of your own arms.
This is not the end dear one, this is only the beginning. For you were given wings and meant to soar.
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