🦂 Reflection of the Scorpion 🦂 In the mirror of my soul, I see the scorpion— tail raised, heart expo…
🦂 Reflection of the Scorpion 🦂 In the mirror of my soul, I see the scorpion— tail raised, heart exposed, a creature built from devotion and the wounds it never hides. Love made me luminous, but pain carved the lines that glow beneath my skin. Every scar remembers a night I chose to stay, a promise I refused to break. I loved with venom and mercy, with fire and trembling hands, with the kind of loyalty that costs blood to keep. And still— I rise. Because even shattered light is still light. Even a wounded scorpion still protects what it loves. Even a heart cracked open can burn brighter than anything unbroken. My reflection is not gentle. It is honest. It is fierce. It is mine.
