meow
I now have my wings.
I am now able to fly.
Preparadness.
Years of learning.
Cleansing.
Clearing.
Honing in.
Releasing.
Calling in.
Harnessing.
It is now.
I am ready.
Stepping one foot at a time.
Putting on my balls.
And roaring my roar.
But the beauty of it all.
I don’t need to yell.
Only wisper.
Because this badass roar doesn’t need grandure.
It is so powerful… a simple wisper marks intent and ignites magnitiude.
she wipsers: meow (like a kitten)
then smiles with a prideful grin.