My name means ‘Lion of God’. When I walked into 2020 and my 25th year of life claiming it my year to learn how to roar, I thought I would gradually discover my voice as the year went on. But when words were spoken over me telling me that my words were somehow a completely detached entity from my own heart and soul, I knew there were only two options: to whisper or roar. Whispering was easier at first. It felt like the pain would swallow me whole if it was allowed to touch my tongue. But I knew choosing to whisper would ultimately be the death of me in my battle for healing. So these are my words – my roar – untamed. I pray you find honesty and truth in them – in the raw pain and the forming hope. In the storm clouds and the rainbows. Whatever lands on this page, I hope it inspires you to roar.
– A
poems from a lioness 
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