04/02/2026
8. Strength
“Unyielding courage in softness, where compassion tames the wild within.”
Strength Roars to Herself
I kneel, yes—
but only because I choose the ground
that lets me meet the lion eye to eye.
Not as prey.
Not as tamer.
As equal.
As sovereign.
Hello, fierce one,
the one who still apologizes
for the volume of her own heartbeat.
Stop shrinking your roar
to fit someone else’s comfort.
That lion inside you?
He isn’t here to be broken.
He’s here to remind you how vast your power sounds
when you finally let it speak.
I used to think strength meant
never letting the jaws come close.
Now I know:
real power is letting them open wide
and still standing tall enough to stroke the teeth
and say,
“I see you.
I honor you.
And I am not afraid.
”My hands are steady,
not because they never shake,
but because I decided shaking is allowed
and still I remain.
The lion feels it—
the unapologetic calm that says:
“You may rage.
I will meet every flame with ocean.
You may claw.
I will cradle the wound until it remembers it is holy.
”I wear no armor
because I am the armor.
I carry no chain
because freedom is what we both deserve.
We lie down together now—
wild heart beside wild heart—
not in surrender, but in recognition:
we are the same unbreakable thing
wearing different skins.
So rise, beloved.
Let the growl become your crown.
Let the fury become your wings.
You are not here to manage the beast—
you are here to become
the woman who walks with a lion at her side
and calls it home.
This is your strength:
not the absence of fear, but the thunderous decision to love yourself
so completely
that fear bows and calls you Queen.
Now walk.
Head high.
Heart wide.
The world is waiting for the sound
of you
finally claiming every roaring inch
of who you are.
✨🦁✨
