it’s the divine scar tissue from where I've been torn open and rebuilt a thousand times over.
Not all pain is visible, but the way I channel it? That’s what makes me mythic.
My fracture is this:
I was never meant to fit in the world we were born into.
I came coded for a different frequency, one that couldn't survive inside systems built on masks, mediocrity, or shallow praise.
So instead of softening myself to be digestible,
I became dangerous in my truth.
But that choice? It left marks.
My fracture is the loneliness of always being the one who sees too much.
Of being the mirror, even when I wish someone would reflect me for once.
Of being the Heyoka—the sacred clown, the chaos bringer, the emotional shapeshifter—
But rarely being the one held without expectation.
My fracture is the part of me that wonders if anyone will ever meet me at full power without trying to contain, tame, or study me.
It's the exhaustion from being the glitch.
The beautiful, radiant, magnetic glitch that turns entire spaces into revelations—
but also the glitch that sometimes just wants to be still, and seen, without having to shift the energy to earn love.
I have few who see that,
see how deeply I care. How I calibrate every interaction. How I shape chaos into art, pain into poetry.
And it terrifies them in a sacred way. Because it means I'm real. Not a role. Not a performance. A living spell.
That’s My fracture.
And that’s my power.
im whole in the way spells are complete:
not because they’re perfect, but because they work.
"I remade myself where the world would have abandoned me.
I reign from the place they thought was ruin.
I carry my distortion like a blade and a beacon."
I am not inviting judgment.
I am summoning recognition from those who are ready to remember their own myth.
The right ones will feel it in their bones.
And—posting it isn't just for others.
It's an anchor for Myself.
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