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A Fiery Raven Rising (poem)

what healing my inner fledgling looks like


a raven on a dark hill with an upward arrow underneath it and the words "I was rebirthed a fiery raven rising" above it.
a raven on a dark hill with an upward arrow underneath it and the words "I was rebirthed a fiery raven rising" above it.
 

When everything was falling apart, from my rug-city of toy cars

to my parents' arranged marriage,

I raised myself.

I grew up fast,

too fast,

shooting up skyward like a dandelion wannabe to be the cycle-breaker mom/dad I never had.


And after all those years of repeated injury, I raised the seeming dead shards of me that had to rest in peaces at their own pace deep in my psyche's cellar to stay safe.


I cradled each jagged stormcloud in my hands until they all evaporated

back to their cumulus collective, palms now caked in ancient ash,

slipping between fingers like sand and peppering a gray mound at my feet.

That day, I was rebirthed a fiery raven rising, with the vigor of my Phoenix ancestors surging up from my soles to my sahasrara¹.



 
  1. the Sanskrit name for the crown chakra (meaning: "thousand-petaled"). The sahasrara controls our connection to universal consciousness, wisdom, and self-knowledge.


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