03/16/2026
🔥 I Am the One Who Rises
I breathe, and something inside me answers—
a pulse, a knowing,
a truth I can feel in every corner of my body.
It trembles through me,
not in fear,
but in recognition.
I am waking.
Presence settles into me like a long‑lost friend,
slipping into my bones,
reminding me I don’t have to run anymore.
Stillness holds me with a warmth
I once thought I had to earn,
and I let myself lean into it,
let myself be seen by my own heart.
My awareness sharpens—
not harsh, not demanding,
just honest.
My heart opens even when it aches.
My body remembers even when my mind resists.
And I let it.
I let all of me speak.
I step forward,
and it feels like shedding a lifetime.
Old versions of me fall away,
softly,
gratefully,
as if they know their work is done.
I walk into myself
without apology.
My inner child appears beside me,
small hand reaching for mine,
eyes bright with a courage
I didn’t know I carried.
She looks at me like I am her home,
like she has been waiting for this moment—
for me to choose her,
to choose us.
And I do.
With my whole being, I do.
The mother wound rises in me—
the ache,
the absence,
the hollow places where love should have lived.
I feel it fully now,
without turning away,
without numbing the truth.
I let it break open.
I let it breathe.
I become the mother I needed.
I speak gently to the parts of me
that learned to survive by disappearing.
I hold myself with hands
that finally know how to stay.
Deep in my belly,
in the sacred place where creation begins,
something shifts.
Something releases.
Something remembers who I am.
This is where I rewrite the story.
This is where I reclaim my power.
This is where I rise.
Fearlessness doesn’t shout in me—
it glows.
It hums like a quiet fire,
steady and certain,
burning away everything that kept me small.
I am becoming.
I am returning.
I am rising from within myself,
and for the first time,
I feel whole.
Author
~Yvonne Briscoe ~
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