Lightning In My Veins

Have you ever stood at the precipice of collapse, leaped over the edge, and survived?

Have you ever felt your soul tremor into ash, but somehow, somewhere beyond reason, transfigure into lightning?

To emerge from devastation trembling, your blood shivering, your skull crowned in fire, and to know it as power.

To dissolve into nothing, yet remain.

This is a fact: there exists no evil, no influence, no action in this world that can shackle you.

You are free.

The human spirit is indomitable.

I may only describe this as lightning in my veins. That impossible sensation of a finite being capable of withstanding the infinite.

This is how I survived.

Even in the darkest moments as a very young child when I was forsaken to more than a decade of abuse, I felt this trembling essence.

I sometimes would cry at night, my body shivering and fire across my skull. I could not speak, move, or coherently think.

I surrendered.

Despite my abuser attempting to shatter me physically, emotionally, and mentally, I never broke.

I grew stronger.

Know this: this world is bleak and will attempt to grind your essence into dust. But at the core of our being exists a thing that no one can alter.

If you are struggling, your breath shallow and your body shaking: you are not broken. You are transfiguring.

Surrender and persist.

When ache, when grief, when destruction knock on your door: know that this too shall pass, that you are free.

This is the humanity within us all.

And all shall be well.