katarzyna zodiia {d7} fin

I am strong, I'm sure of it.

A collector of moments and times when I grew tallest and brightest. There have been a few; the first when I was five years old and I felt an immense sense of self confidence. I didn't just feel it, I saw it glowing in my wide eyes. Swirling between the colours but never leaking into the white. It's contained within—I'm not boastful, I'm not a beast. I'm just a girl.

Blessed with a large bloodline, all different yet each the same; we are the Zodiia tree. Each branch moving to tell it's own story through a path of their own. Each of us are lost but always found, despite our father being gone but never forgotten. We are tied by a love of our mother, and an aura of mystery which follows us like a shadow.

This unity is my harmony.

It delivers me a responsibility: to welcome the rest with open arms and be a shoulder to cry on, to understand and be understood. I have to be confident for them, for myself and for this vast, open world which I'm certain, has an end. I remember wishing as a child that I'd explore it all; brown hair tied into a ponytail, face dusted with freckles as I stared up at the sky forcing myself to find the end of space.

Even in the impossible I see possibility.

Because I am a dreamer, a doer, a thinker and the idea that something is impossible is nothing but a myth.

Because when you are strong, you can achieve.

And I am strong, I know it.

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