Summer Heat
I wrote this poem for the women who are remembering who they are
My heart was with nature. My feet kissed the crimson summer— long before I knew this earthly soil… Long before my soul chose my body— She was music. She was reason, rhyme and truth. Before I took form, before I took flight, I was beauty. I was love. I was a distant star whose radiance defied capture. I used to call it a curse— this life of mine— a life the others envied in silence, and in screams. They saw the glow, not the burn. They saw the fire, not the forging. I scorched the earth with my gaze. And with this voice, I sang a song so wistful, I moved to a rhythm only the ancestors knew. Somehow, I forgot this sentient glow, the heat within me, this solar tide— these luminous skies. But I will never forget the star that blessed me a thousand years ago— before I took form, before I took flight. I was nature and soul. I was the sun.
Author’s Note
“I was The Sun.” A Reflection on “Summer Heat”
Summer Heat is a remembrance of the return to origin, the return to source. It speaks from the perspective of a soul that has always carried light, even when it forgets. The poem explores what it means to be born of nature, of music, of cosmic fire… and to lose touch with that truth in the noise of the world.
It navigates the tension between perception and reality: the glow others see versus the burn that is experienced. The poem becomes a quiet rebellion against invisibility, against being misunderstood and in its final lines, it rises into full self-recognition.
To say I was the sun is not just a metaphor. It is a reclaiming. A declaration. A truth spoken not from ego, but from memory.
This piece is for anyone who has ever dimmed themselves to be accepted, who has ever mistaken their power for a flaw, who has ever forgotten how divine their essence truly is.
May it remind us all:
We were never lost.
We were always the light.