And as I drew the picture in my head as I have so many times before.
The image began to take form.
I saw before Me a large egg shape intricately decorated. Standing strident behind it a small blonde woman. An unlikely looking warrior with a look of determination upon her face as she swung the hammer high, bringing it down heavy upon the egg, into which were engraved the words, Hate. Fear. Loathing. Anger. Sickness. Poverty. So that they were gone, shattered fragments of a past, no place for them and as she stood there a smile spreading across her face.
Ready to rise from the things that bound her up to that point. A past which no longer served her.
There she stood reborn. Unknowing as to what would happen next. Her new beginnings ready to grow from the remains of an eggshell.
And finally these words sprang forth from the debris.
Fearless. Kind. Unafraid. Beautiful. Strong. Loved. Relentless. Healthy.
Prosperous.
All that I am and much more.
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