Zhana121

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.

Can I orchestrate a ceremony for you?
Therefore,
it never appears timing was too late.
Allow yourself to drown in these flowers
You watered,
But God produced.

I've observed your actions during my adolescence.
Watching you dream with more power than your mind could imagine.
In search for a new foundation,
You attempted to deliberate more knowledge for increase in understanding,
The enemy couldn't stand it!
Resulting in your judgement being tainted.
Mis-identifying your resilience with resistance to patience.
Programming the analytics of your lows and highs my entire life,
In my mind
Enhanced my ability to visualize your life through the sight of Christ.

God's greatest creation was us all.
However,
His selective selection made you great and merciful for us all.
The overcoming of adversity your mind faced,
Programming your suffering as ordinary events that will occur daily from a common state.
Despite all the pain and agony life bestowed upon you,
Compassion, Devotion and Allegiance still reside within you.
It's incredible
Developing that much strength to still sense the essence of life,
Even when turmoil instigating turbulence in a universe invented to interject fear into your mind.
God's interception
Shifted that perception
Into an advanced perspective of life.

Selfishness of this world,
Tried taking the best years of your life.
But holy spirit used what was left,
For your journey with Christ.
Birthing restoration
Is what conceived that acceptable acceptance to his eyes.

Remember,
No weapon formed against you shall prosper.
No depletion nor defeat,
Has the power to take what's underneath.
His crucifixion generated endurance in you,
Preparing expiration dates for whose to ever go against you.
Not a trail or tribulation
Has the power to apprehend you.

So,
Can I orchestrate a ceremony for you?
Drowning you in flower's
You watered,
But God produced?
Celebrating the blossom Sunflower that was born in you.
A flower that's only for human consume.
Symbolic of loyalty
Vibrant sunny appearance,
Specific description of what God has planted.

Can you handle having so many things to say?
but not able to speak.
So many destinations to go,
But unable to move your feet?
The urge to release some tears.
But not knowing how to cry
Sadness becomes the new frustration,
Because anger is so easy to apply!
Only a baby, with so much restriction
Like life is not a restriction enough
But still manages to save so many lives,
Cause god blessed her mind with such.
Confidence as an angel
But still resilience of a goddess
Vision restoration
But still able to visualize the guidance. 
Strength of a warrior
The peace as a pathway
He said walk with me my child,
She never questions his way.
Puree than gold!
Light in the darkness
Vision as a mustard seed
But bigger than Goliath
My name is Zarii.
And if you all didn't know
I'm 1 of 1
God's little goddess
Because he said so.