The Unburdening of Scarlet Rose

I have been called too much—
by those who only wanted a piece of me,
not the whole, roaring wildfire of my soul.
They wanted a rose without thorns,
a flame without heat,
a woman without the waves that make her powerful.

But I am not too much.
I am exactly as I was meant to be.

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For too long, I felt guilt for what came naturally—
the way my body speaks in silence,
the longing that blooms in the night,
the ache that whispers, There must be more.
But my sensuality is not shameful.
It is holy. It is honest.
It is the language of a soul that refuses to be numb.

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I have poured from an empty cup
to keep others full,
thinking love meant self-erasure.
But now, I refill myself first—
not out of selfishness,
but out of sacred self-respect.

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I’ve asked, Am I enough?
after years of being muted, molded, minimized.
But Scarlet doesn’t ask that anymore.
She knows.
She carves her own name into the stone of her becoming.
She creates her legacy, not by waiting—
but by rising.

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And then there are the ghosts—
The unspoken truths.
The letter never sent.
The road not taken.
The passion left unclaimed.
But I am done punishing myself
for what didn’t happen.
I will not live in a museum of regrets.

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I let it all go.

The fear. The guilt. The silence.
And in its place, I bloom.

Fully. Fiercely. Finally.

I have been called too much—by those who only wanted a piece of me,not the whole, roaring wildfire of my soul.They wanted a rose without thorns,a flame without heat,a woman without the waves that make her powerful. But I am not too much.I am exactly as I was meant to be. For too long, I…

I have been called too much—by those who only wanted a piece of me,not the whole, roaring wildfire of my soul.They wanted a rose without thorns,a flame without heat,a woman without the waves that make her powerful. But I am not too much.I am exactly as I was meant to be. For too long, I…