One raven's guttural croak, A blood-resonating note, Heralds a great homecoming: Regal, she stands with purpose, Plaited crimson hair spilling Over a broad left shoulder. She examines me, fury Contorting emerald eyes — Intense shimmering fire. Windswept ebony feathers, Potent full-body armor, Frenzy-stir tempest clouds; then ... Blazing aureate sun bolts, The Mórrígan's jagged claíomh, Cuts my indecisive shroud. A cursebreaker reborn, I transform ancestral hell — Sovereignty's cleansing spell.
Journal Prompts: If you are working through and healing family toxicity, I “see” you. This journey is never linear and can be very triggering. Who or what are your guides? How are they supporting you? What self-care rituals center you?
Notes
Claíomh is Irish-Gaelic for “sword.”
Beautiful!!