Elysia… my wild flame child
Born with moss between your fingers
You learned the language of the beetles
Before you learned the rules of men
You walked into the forest
And the forest leaned toward you
As if it recognized its own
In the marrow of your bones
Little wise witch
With galaxies behind your eyes
You were never meant
For small skies
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And when the world feels heavy
On a heart that sees too far
Remember — depth is not a burden
It is who you are
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Remember who you are, Lis
Enchanted blood in every kiss
Daughter of women who would not bow
Their whispers are in your breath right now
When you tremble but choose to stand
Truth burning bright in your hands
You are spell and spark and scar
Oh my fierce, untamed star
Remember who you are
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You do the thing that scares you
Even with shaking knees
You speak when silence would be easier
And bend injustice to its plea
Animals rest beside you
Insects crown your skin
As if they know your spirit
Has always welcomed them
Mushroom seeker
Keeper of forgotten names
You see the patterns others miss
You feel what others tame
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And sometimes that kind of knowing
Is a lonely kind of crown
But queens of deeper waters
Do not choose to drown
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Remember who you are, Lis
Enchanted blood in every kiss
Rooted in earth, in lineage flame
Carrying more than a mortal name
When the crowd turns cold and hard
And standing tall leaves you scarred
You are thunder wrapped in charm
Sacred fire in human form
Remember who you are
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I remember mornings
Where the light would barely start
And I would wake to find your eyes
Already studying my heart
And I would soak you in
Inhale your rising soul
Wanting to hold that wildness close
Yet knowing I don’t control
You were never mine to cage
Only mine to witness bloom
A sacred spirit passing through
My body… through my womb
And I have watched you choose your truth
When it would cost you ease
I have watched you face your fear
And bring it to its knees
Nothing — nothing you have ever been
Has not made me fiercely proud
You are the ancestor reborn
Singing ancient, fierce, and loud
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Remember who you are, Lis
The forest still remembers this
The old blood hums beneath your skin
You carry where we’ve always been
When loneliness whispers lies
Lift your brave and knowing eyes
You are never walking far
From who your mothers are
From who you are
