"Reclaiming Your Power: Finding Healing and Love for Your Sacred Yoni and Sacrum

A vibrant collection of abstract paintings inspired by the Yoni, celebrating sacred femininity and creative energy.

Reclaiming Your Power

In the quiet corners of the self,

where shadows once lingered,

I gather the fragments of my being,

softly whispering to the sacred yoni,

the womb of creation and sorrow. 

There was a time,

when joy danced in these curves,

the gentle swell of the belly,

the pulsing rhythm of life,

a vessel of dreams and laughter,

but the echoes of pain came crashing,

like a storm on a serene sea,

leaving behind a wreckage of silence,

an uninvited shroud over the sacred. 

I learn to breathe again,

to embrace the cradle of existence,

as the sun gently kisses the dawn,

my body, a landscape of love,

awaiting the touch of kindness,

the rekindling of tender light. 

With each dawn,

I reclaim the sacred ground,

the bone-deep wisdom of my sacrum,

a stronghold beneath the ache,

where pain once rooted itself. 

I listen to the whispers of my spine,

each vertebra a story,

each arch a promise,

reminding me that I am more

than the scars that silence speaks. 

I plant seeds of compassion,

in the garden that lives beneath my skin,

nurturing the tender shoots of forgiveness,

for the woman who still trembles

and the girl who clings to shadows. 

I honor the journey of the heart,

and stitch together my aching,

with threads woven of resilience,

the fabric of a life reborn. 

And in the sacred act of reclamation,

I find strength in vulnerability,

grace in the trembling of my hands,

as I cradle the memory

of what once was,

and the hope for what will be. 

With each gentle caress of the earth,

the embrace of soft grass,

I find whispers of my power,

the heartbeat of my ancestors calling,

echoing through the chambers of time,

reminding me—I am not alone,

I carry within me the stories,

the strength of countless voices

that champion the sacred. 

Learning to love the yoni,

the sacrum, the sacred essence of being,

is a journey, an unfolding,

layer by layer,

like the petals of a blossoming flower,

each bloom revealing itself with time,

with the patience of seasons,

the grace of a river carving its path,

the wisdom of a mother nurturing anew. 

In the dance with my shadows,

I find light flickering,

like stars emerging at twilight,

my body—now a canvas of healing,

where art takes shape in every breath,

the sacred yoni, the generous earth,

my sacrum, a steadfast anchor. 

I rise,

a phoenix woven from threads of pain and love,

my spirit a wildflower unbroken,

reminding me that I am more

than the echoes of violence,

I am a wellspring of creation,

of joy reborn,

in the embrace of my sacred self. 

And in this journey,

I will learn to dance

once again.