She did not break 

she unlayered.

She did not rise 

she remembered.

And in remembering,

she bloomed.

This is not a collection.

It is a becoming.

A quiet return

to the wild, radiant self

she was always meant to be.

Let each page be a mirror.

Let each word be a seed.

And let each piece

guide you home

to the you 

that never left.