08/18/2025
This is for all of us. Angie’s work is magical and reawakening.
Let me tell you something
you already know
but forgot
not because you’re foolish
but because forgetting
is part of being born.
You are not just flesh and name.
You are not just the sum
of your longings
or the things they took from you.
No.
You are a sky full of stars
wearing a skin of forgetting.
And somewhere
behind your eyes
a constellation is still moving.
Not dead light.
Lving light.
Stars that burn with stories
you haven’t told yet.
Stories your bones remember
but your tongue can’t quite shape.
Because this isn’t a modern thing.
This isn’t Instagram wisdom
or page-turning poetry.
This is older than fire.
This is when the first human
cupped their hands to the night
and heard their own blood
answer the silence of the stars.
You are that.
You are the drop
that remembers it is ocean.
The wave that knows
the gravity of the moon
before science gave it a name.
And you?
You are a constellation of soul
not stitched from comfort
but forged in loss
in laughter
in longing.
You were made from stories
that began before you
and will echo long after.
A thousand ancestors
blow through your lungs
when you sigh.
They walked with bare feet
on wet earth
and now you carry their fire
in your belly.
You think you’re lost?
That you’ve strayed from the path?
Darling, you are the path.
The forest listens when you walk.
The crows speak your name
when you weep without knowing why.
You are not broken.
You are becoming.
And deep inside
beyond the grief
beyond the wound
beyond the questions
that have no clean answers
a supernova hums.
A star that never went out.
It’s not looking to be healed.
It’s looking to be spoken.
So speak.
Speak with your walk.
Speak with your tears.
Speak with the way you love
what cannot be tamed.
And remember
you are not here to be safe.
You are here to be true.
And the universe?
It is not a thing you look at
from a distance.
It is the firelight inside you
when you finally say
yes.
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poem Angi Sullins - my new book "Unmasking the Myths" available here: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/
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