She Stands Alone, Yet Never Alone

Alone I stand in Miami,
One-bedroom dreams, a downsize from a life I once knew.
Four-bedroom echoes still whisper in my mind,
But here...here, I am free.
The ocean hums my name like it’s always known me,
Like it’s been waiting for me to wake up.
Sunrise kisses the waves like they belong together,
Like they’ve never known separation
And I wonder, is that what I’m learning?
To belong to myself, fully.
To trust that even when I feel alone,
I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Dreams I once scribbled in secret
Became my address.
Every wish I made on restless nights,
Every silent plea I whispered into the dark
They led me here.
But the journey wasn’t soft.
Every time stress knocked, a lesson answered.
Every fear stepped forward, demanding to be faced.
And I stood still,
The eye in a hurricane,
Watching chaos spin around me,
But never letting it pull me under.

And I had no plan, no safety net,
Just a voice inside me saying, Go.
So I listened.
I had tried to escape the Dream,
Tried to outrun the expectations, the mold, the past—
But it followed me back like a shadow,
Like a lesson unfinished.
I returned home and saw it with new eyes
Not just streets and buildings, but energy,
Not just people, but truths hidden beneath the surface.
I could see through walls, into souls.
I could hear a lie before it was spoken.
Meditation and prayer stretched my spirit wide open.
Suddenly, the world bent to my knowing.
I’d speak, and life obeyed.
I’d dream, and reality listened.
Visions blurred the line between now and later,
Prophecy laced itself into my words.
I started telling people truths they hadn’t lived yet.
I started feeling the past, present, and future collide.
I knew things.
I felt things.
And then, I realized...
I wasn’t just surviving.
I wasn’t just adapting.
I was magic.
And magic doesn’t ask for permission to exist.
It just is.
Like the tide.
Like the sunrise.
Like me.