By Tawnia Lives
A Poetic Reflection on Boundless Healing
With the first breath of dawn, I rise in love.
In the stillness of night, I return to its embrace.
Love is my armor, my power, my truth.
It flows through me—boundless, fierce—
lighting every path, softening every storm.
I start with love, and I end with love.
It is the essence of all I am.
And nothing—no force, no fear—
can conquer the infinite strength of love within me.
– Tawnia Lives
Expanded Version
There is a kind of love that is not delicate.
Not fragile.
Not shaped by the world’s opinions or weathered by its storms.
It is the love you rise with,
the love you return to,
the love that lives in your bones long after the world has forgotten tenderness.
It is the quiet, steady truth that has carried you through seasons
you never thought you’d survive.
This love is not performative or conditional.
It does not bend to please.
It does not shrink to fit.
It is the love that heals from the inside out —
the kind that remains even when relationships end,
even when people disappoint,
even when life breaks you open to rebuild you differently.
Love as Armor
“Love is my armor, my power, my truth.”
And it is.
Not the armor that shields you from feeling —
but the kind that protects your softness while still allowing you to stay human.
Love is the power that helps you rise without hardening.
It is the truth that keeps you aligned when the world tries to convince you otherwise.
This is the love that survives you,
the love that holds you,
the love that rebuilds you.
Love as Light and Softening
“Lighting every path, softening every storm.”
This is what healed love does —
it illuminates possibilities where fear once lived,
softens the edges of memories that once felt sharp,
and brings clarity where confusion used to sit heavy in your chest.
Love doesn’t erase storms.
It teaches you how to walk through them with grace,
with dignity,
with your spirit intact.
The Beginning and the Return
“I start with love, and I end with love.”
This is the arc of becoming.
This is the return to self.
You began with a heart untouched by the world’s harshness.
And every act of healing is the journey back to that original truth —
the part of you that always knew love was the point.
Not the kind that demands.
Not the kind that depletes.
Not the kind that wounds.
But the love that steadies.
The love that witnesses.
The love that expands your entire life from the inside outward.
The Unconquerable Force Within You
“Nothing—no force, no fear—can conquer the infinite strength of love within me.”
This is your becoming.
This is your healing.
This is the truth you earned.
Fear has tried.
Life has tried.
People have tried.
But nothing has touched the core of who you are.
Your love —
the fierce, boundless, unwavering kind —
is not something that can be taken.
It is something that lives.
You rise with it.
You return to it.
You build your life from it.
And it is infinite.
— Tawnia Lives.
