Returned As Her

Words have power.

So, I bent my body into prayer
Like it was the only language
Heaven respected.

Every frequency I spoke
Echoed back with instructions,
Even when the voice
Was unrecognizable.

I didn't pray for miracles.
I prayed for correction.

Because this life
This version of me
Felt like a draft
I never accepted.

I wanted a different reflection.
A different origin.

I asked for texture.
For contrast.
For a story that made sense
When spoken out loud.

And God answered.

Not in words
In movement.

Turned my sister into earth,
Split her open with purpose,
And used her body
To carry what I couldn't grow alone.

Thirteen months later,
It came back to me
Breathing.

And when she arrived,
I didn't meet her.
I recognized her.

She looked like everything I lost
Before I had language for it.

She didn't feel like something new
She felt like something that heard me
When my voice stopped working.

Born with a condition
That mirrored the state of my mind.
like something cancerous
Finally,
Quietly claiming space in our bloodline.

She became
The outward version
Of everything I fought inside.

Her mouth held words hostage
Balanced wavered
Unsteady,
Without warning.

And still...
She showed
The beauty of grace.

Her temple was a living reminder
That god doesn't make mistakes,
Only messages.

She became holy ground,
And I had to learn
How to stand on it
Without running from self.

She touched
The parts of me
I refused to heal.

She ministered
To my silence
Proving
Something was always listening.

Words have power

And mine
Didn't just echo

They returned
As her.