Leonine Freedom " Written by: Zaya Jobs In the eyes of a Leo, fire shines, Rebellion, strength, and the soul that is enlivened. She chose her freedom, without remorse, The decision was clear, without fear, without effort. Twenty-one days of searching, of healing and renewal, She found happiness, where? Within herself, in the center of the new. Where before there was pain, now there is light, Freedom is hers and she is reduced to no one. She would no longer bow to those who did not understand her, She would only stay where her being flourished. Welcomed, loved, free to be, In her essence, no one could imprison her. Her sensuality, a game of pure art, Submission, yes, but only on the altar of her other part. Where surrender was a choice and not a prison, Where love was light, without imposition. She danced with life, in every step, in every laugh, On the stage of her soul, without fear, without warning. Now, the world is hers, her freedom is a song, And on the altar of her truth, she finds, and it is enchanting.