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.

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