I Rise

Disappointments, heartaches and pain, 

From your oppression, neglect and infliction of shame,

Walking through the Fire

I rise from the Pyre

Queen of pentacles, cups, swords and wood

Taming the lion 

With a roar of my naked truth 

Walking through the Fire

I rise from the Pyre

Stepping into my Power

I look over to find you Crouched

Eons have passed but my Faith in you

Has walked through the Fire

And risen from the Pyre

Don’t you see my yearning

For us to share the throne 

And relish the garden of Eden?

I light the path with million Suns 

Walking through the Fire 

I rise from the Pyre

The veil of illusions that led to delusions

I tore with my bare hands.

The price of your pretense

Was the blood of our unborn

That I drank to my Now

To show you How

Embracing the Unknown 

I created my Own 

Walking through the Fire

I rise from the Pyre! 

- Mālini

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