And She Rose
- cgo129
- Jun 17
- 1 min read
Some seasons shift quietly.
No slammed doors.
No big betrayals.
Just a soft pause between what was and what will never be again.
And maybe she was part of that chapter.
Maybe she walked with you once.
But the story was never hers to carry.
Because this isn’t about who left.
This is about who stayed
with herself.
With truth.
With the aching grace of becoming.
There was a time you thought you’d break.
When the silence felt sharp.
When support went still.
But even then… you rose.
You didn’t need applause.
You didn’t need the circle to complete.
You lit your own way
a torch fed by every part of you they couldn’t hold.
This is what Veil and Feather is built on:
The woman who softens without shrinking.
The woman who shines even after being shadowed.
The woman who speaks when silence served everyone else.
The woman who doesn’t wait for permission to be holy, human, and whole.
So let them say nothing.
Let them watch.
Because your fire?
It’s not for show.
It’s for survival.
For daughters.
For every woman who thought she had to dim herself to belong.
You belong to yourself now.
Fully. Fiercely. Finally.
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