I broke,

but not the way you think.

Not shattered —

shifted.

A quiet cracking open

of everything I outgrew.

The jade snapped,

and something in me

clicked back into place.

Energy that used to leak

into people who didn’t deserve it

finally returned home

I’ve stopped pouring.

I’ve started holding.

I’ve begun listening

to the sound of my own power

rising through the static.

The old frequency fell away,

a ghost of who I used to be

before I remembered myself.

Now I sit here —

lighter, sharper,

soft in the right places

and steel in the ones that matter.

I am conserving.

I am recalibrating.

I am rebooting.

And this time,

I’m not rebuilding

who I was.

I’m building

the version of me

I was always meant to become.