The High Priestess: You are Loved and Protected

 


Do you know how loved you are

Do you know how much protection breathes around your name


I do not think you do


Because if you did

You would recognize the delays as devotion

The closed doors as angels standing guard

The pauses as hands gently pressing you back from what would have bruised your spirit


Every rejection was a yes spoken in another language

Every silence was heaven choosing you over convenience


That charming face you almost trusted

That almost love

That almost fall

The whispers you heard just in time were not coincidence

They were proof

Loved

Protected


You lost your parents early

But you gained something rarer than shelter

You gained a spine made of fire

A heart trained to survive storms without becoming one

What was taken from you returned as strength

What tried to break you built you

Loved

Protected


You carry HIV and still you walk alive with purpose

Not as a sentence but as a testimony

You took what the world tried to shame

And turned it into a language of courage

You became a voice where silence once lived

You turned survival into service

Loved

Protected


You are misunderstood

Not because you are unclear

But because depth intimidates shallow minds

They cannot name what they do not hold

They cannot love what they cannot contain

Their distance is not rejection

It is limitation

Loved

Protected


Being loved and protected taught you how to stand still in your truth

How not to shrink when misunderstood

How not to beg for recognition

You remained intact


You were bypassed by false prophets

Ignored by loud politicians

Overlooked by glittering influencers

Not because you lacked value

But because your spirit was too clean to be handled carelessly

They could not afford to touch you without corrupting themselves


Your delays sculpted integrity

Your waiting refined wisdom

Your heartbreaks were classrooms

Teaching you that everything you were searching for

Had already taken residence inside you


You are so loved and protected

That fools cannot cross your threshold

Disrespect cannot recognize your address

You were meant to be honored

Handled gently

Treated as sacred


Your love creates

Your protection destroys what should never reach you


You are loved

You are protected


And the universe has been conspiring

In your favor

Since the very beginning

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