If you’re waiting for someone else to decree your royalty,
Forever you’ll be waiting, for they have not authority.
It’s up to you to grab your crown, always there within your reach.
It’s up to you to grab your crown, designed specifically for each.
Know it’s there for when you’re ready, then simply put it on your head.
You are Love’s son. You are Love’s daughter. A King. A Queen. Born and bred.
If you expect a coronation, some pomp and circumstance,
You will be sorely disappointed, and you’ll miss another chance.
It’s up to you to grab your crown, always there within your reach.
It’s up to you to grab your crown, designed specifically for each.
Know it’s there for when you’re ready, then simply put it on your head.
You are Love’s child. You are cherished. Always loved and always led.
-Lisa Murphy Taylor, © 2021
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