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"The Alchemy of Resistance" by Snowflake

The Alchemy of Resistance
by Madam Snowflake

My secret power
is kindness.

There is no
greater
form
of resistance
than love.

Yet, with certainty
anger rises
in my throat—
a red tide
that
could swell
into
a wicked tsunami
without intervention.

And of course,
fear casts
its dark, itching shawl
over my eyes,
clouding
the infinite vastness
of our
beloved blue sky.

But even under the
influence
of overwhelm
I remember
I have taken
the vow of ahimsa,
a promise
my soul carries
in its root.

So when images
and stories
of cruelty
ignite a volcano
of fury and grief
in my own
chest
I reach for
my weathered vials
and begin again
the holy craft
of alchemy.

I name the darkness

without disguise.

I summon
the ancient art
of transfiguration

handed down

by witches and matriarchs.

I name the law

of equal
and opposite
reaction—

the potent medicine

for this age-old wound.

Then I slowly
guide
my breath

into the silent chambers

of my sacred heart,

into the very cells

of the universe

creating itself

in my own body.

There, I let love
become the fire,
and kindness
the hand that tends it.

At last
softness
transmutes
Pele’s eruption—
from deep shadow
and scorching flame
into consecrated,
golden
light.