The Roar of Remembering

A Story Written in Breath and Bone

There was a time I forgot who I was.
Not because I wanted to…
But because the world taught me to shrink.
To be silent.
To sever the breath from the body.
To trade truth for survival.

But something ancient stirred inside me.
A whisper in the womb.
A pulse in the soles of my feet.
A heat in my chest that refused to dim.

And when I finally listened—
It wasn’t a whisper.
It was a roar.
A roar that cracked open the silence.
A roar that remembered every version of me
the world tried to bury.

This is not just a story.
It’s a return.
To power.
To presence.
To the temple of your own body.

The Roar of Remembering is the fire in your breath,
the truth in your touch,
and the echo of your soul calling you home.