Queen,
Claim sovereignty
of your heart,
even if it’s a muddy place
flooded by sorrows.
Deem yourself worthy
of respect and autonomy.
Draw your boundaries
like lines on a map.
Declare allegiance
to supreme intuitive power.
Establish the firm peace
of loving self-governance.
Exult in the beautiful mess
of human existence.
Exalt the mud into marvel
and the raindrops into joy.
You will slip at times.
You will fall or fail
and stand up again
stained and weary
but no less of a ruler
if you esteem
inherent authority
and deep compassion
above expectations
of jewels or crowns
or spotless velvet robes.
Anything you lose
to the soul-sucking muck
of bleak circumstance
you can redeem tenfold
when grace enfolds you.
Your coronation happens
the day you decide to reign
over your own happiness.
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