Ash.... Poem I'm tired..... I am tired of translating your silence, of untangling the threads of your lies just to find a version of us that actually never existed. We built a cathedral out of maybe, and watched it collapse under the weight of never. I'm tiered... I'm tired of the fake shit. So let the fire have it. Let the hope turn into ash. Because I am done with breathing in the smoke of you and calling it love. I'm stepping out. Let the ground go cold. Every word you speak has a double bottom, a trapdoor, a hidden seam. taking my time, I would pull at loose threads, thinking I was mending us to only realize I was unraveling myself you guided me with false hope while laying all your dreams all around But a knot pulled too tight eventually chokes the life out of things it holds. NO MORE EXCUSES, This is where I cut the loose end Because every clearance opened up to a cliff. Every path led to a question. Every question was a quick lie. What a sick kind of alchemy, turning devotion into vertigo. But you can go and sad I win because I wave my flag twin Ashes to Ashes Dust till Dust. THE ASH OF IT ......... Delleesa Harris 6/29/26 In the ash of something that burns your skin, your soul your insanity. When love turns into lies When love turns you

Doubt has a way of showing up dressed as truth. It whispers that you are late, behind, somehow catching up to people who started before you. But the soul does not move on a timeline built by comparison. Your awakening arrived exactly when you were ready to survive what it would ask of you. Every year you spent believing you were unaware was still your path unfolding, just not yet visible to you. There is no clock ticking against your becoming. The moment you woke up was the moment you were meant to. Nothing before that was wasted. It was preparation wearing the costume of delay. -The Corporate Alchemist

Today was a beautiful conversation about freedom, independence, and peace. @Dana Renee @Eric Stromberger and @Eva Savicki All chimed in with some very deep wisdom and thoughts. We all agreed that there could be 100 different conversations coming from just this one conversation. I'll post the excerpt later