Tempered Glass
’ll hold your hand and your heart, Don’t worry; I’m made of tempered glass, Designed for strength and clarity, Fire and ice transformed me.
I have a divine oath to fulfill, Sovereign, sacred and still, I’ve been forged through pain for a reason, But I’m not above you, dear one.
I’m here to end the cycle, Hurt people will no longer hurt people, I’ve gone through my evolution, So that I can turn my past into your protection!
If I crumble, I’ll shatter into fragments, Before I leave any scar on your skin, My scars were etched in light without trace, As I hold the field with unyielding grace.
July 1, 2025 -- Seeds (Hand / heart / tempered glass)
July 7, 2025 -- Ripe
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