Floetry From the Heart

                                    Metanoia  ( is the profound transformative change of heart and mind and energy just like the butterfly changes)  ​Listen. They told you, change was a coat you could just put on. A new coat of paint, a superficial shift, a resolution at the turn of the year. But they lied to you. Real change? Real shift? It demands a funeral. ​Metanoia. It’s not a makeover. It’s a dismantling. It is the midnight of the mind where the old constructs must shatter, where who you were must lay down and breathe its absolute last, because you cannot inherit the dawn while you are still clinging to the dark. You have to die to change. ​Look at the butterfly. We love the wings. We write poetry about the flight. But we skip the violence of the sanctuary. We forget that inside the ribcage of that chrysalis, there is no magic wand. There is only a quiet, absolute d...

             To the Core of You I don’t just love you on the surface not in the shallow places where words float and disappear like breath on cold glass. I love you to the core. To the marrow of your becoming, to the quiet chambers where your truth hums even when your voice forgets how to speak it. I love you to the corps the army of versions of you that had to rise, fall, rebuild, and still salute the morning like survival was a sacred duty. I see your prophecy. Not the one the world tried to write over you but the one etched in your spirit before doubt ever learned your name. I see it in the way your mind stretches galaxies out of nothing, in the way your intelligence isn’t just learned it’s lived, it’s carved from experience, it’s brilliance that refuses to dim even when life tried to close the curtain early. And I love you there. At the core of your trauma not to reopen wounds, but to sit gently beside them and remind you that what trie...