Poems of Reconnection, Inner Voice, and Self-Trust
Codes: vibration, memory, intuitive knowing, reclaiming
Tone: rhythmic, confident, unapologetic
Poem Titles:
Mirror, Mirror, I’m the Spell
She Asked Me Who I Was Without the Noise
My Mind is a Tuning Fork
I Remembered on Purpose
Resonance Rising is where everything started to sound like me again.
The voices quieted. The signal got stronger. These poems carry the pulse of truth, the rhythm of return.
By this point, I wasn’t begging to be saved—I was remembering how to listen. And that changed everything.
These are the echoes of my own voice rising to meet me.
The Frequency of Coming Home
This is when I started to trust my voice again. Not just hear it—trust it.
There’s a rhythm in truth that the body recognizes before the mind catches up. These poems carry that rhythm.
Part III is the resonance of return.
Not to perfection, but to self. To sovereignty.
To the memory that I had always been the one I was waiting for.
These words are louder, clearer, and rooted in something real.
They don’t ask for permission. They just are.
The voice in my head stopped whispering warnings and started offering wisdom.
And for the first time, I listened without flinching.
If you’re still with me—we are almost there.
These words are a reminder that there is always hope, you just have to know what to do with it.
Part IV— the final installment of this collection — will arrive soon, but there’s no rush. Let this one echo as long as it needs to.
You can also click here to access all of the completed parts.
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