One without a Face

Looking at my divine core buried beneath ego, persona, and shadow.
I’ve been walking the inner terrain, peeling back the layers of who I thought I had to be.
The protector. The performer. The pleaser. The fighter.

Each one served me.
Each one shielded me.
But now, I think there is no need.

There is a warrior within me—but not the armored, hardened archetype we’re taught to admire.
This one is sensual. Soul-bound. Wild, yet deeply rooted.