“I belong to myself.
Always.
Eternally.
Without question.
My own safe house.
My own sheltered harbor.
I am my own solid ground.
I am the lighthouse beacon.
I call the ships safely home from sea.
I am the North Star and the compass.
I am my own port in the wildest storm.
I am the spell caster and the spell breaker.
I am a witch of alchemy and transformation.
I am the pages in the grimoire of knowledge,
I am the source of all the magic ever known.
I am the kiss that wakes us all from slumber.
I am the white horse knight in shining armor.
I am my own happily ever after fairytale godmother.
I am my own rest stop on the longest journey of living.
The final destination on every treasure map I will ever need.
I am my own primary relationship, my own till death do us part.
I am my own center and saving grace, my own best-kept secret.
I am the lineage of wisdom itself, the home of my own belonging.

I am my own. And my own. And always my own.”