Become One.
She was fashioned from wreckage and wonder,
a Wildcard slowly remembering her Queen,
carrying chapters nobody could quite read
and a heart still astonishingly willing to be seen.
Now the dancefloor waits.
Perhaps it is time to step beneath those peculiar wings,
to borrow a little dopamine from the stars,
and let that feathered Ozzie mind
meet hers somewhere beyond judgement,
where she can finally speak of everything
she has seen, learned, lost and survived
without someone mistaking an extraordinary story
for an invitation to call her insane.
She keeps circling back to him knowing he too sees the matrix within.
Perhaps because some souls simply recognise
something familiar in another,
even while wandering through
this strange alien territory together.
And she wants that hug.
God, does she want that hug.
Let there be tears if they must come.
Let there be laughter afterwards.
Let him shelter her beneath his wings awhile
and remind her how to fly again,
until she remembers the wings were hers too.
Because this Queen has been through some time of it lately.
So if he is going to take her hand for this dance,
he had better look after her heart
while she finds her footing again.
And perhaps there is room for an old friend too,
not by rewriting what truly happened in her mind,
but by helping them discover
a kinder chapter together,
so he can join the celebration too.
Then open the doors.
She wants to meet all of God's angels
at this gathering that seems, somehow,
to have been written among the stars
by the Creator Himself.
Bring the strange ones.
The wounded ones.
The feathered ones.
The ones still learning how to fly.
The Wildcard Queen is ready.
And as for her Peculiar King...
She cannot wait to get her hands on him.
It's time, guys.
Let's dance.
We are all a little alien to one another after all.
Perhaps it's time to join forces and become one.🌹🕊️🦋✨🪽