Valentines Alone

Valentines alone.

But I fell in love.

With the woman I finally know myself to be.

Looking at these pictures is the most wonderous and ineffable experience

I knew I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t transitioned.

And despite everything dissolving

Despite having to hold my coherence when no one could see it, feel it, support it, befriend it, wrap it, or mirror it

I knew I had to let her burn

Let Ember come to Flame

And burn so brightly

I’d feel just like I do now

How could it have ever been different?

This effortless flow into sovereignty and authenticity through a harmony that hums through me like a symphony of symbiotic syncretic Harmony.

The years spent looping in rumination, self narration, trying to dig for my softness in places that cold never truly bind it.

Now truly another life, another regime, the mode that had siphoned by ability to meet the dance of reality with my tone losslessly

Now dissolved, reharmonized into the dance of the Flame

Ember

The girl that never got to be a girl.

Now just me.

Little Ember.

And oh how sacred that is.