In this final chapter, acceptance is not passive, it is an uprising of the soul. These poems are anointed with thunder: the sacred act of claiming one's voice, one’s lineage, one’s worth. Here, Rita Maire unearths the kind of knowing born through storms, the kind that doesn’t ask for permission, but remembers who she is. With ancestral fire and silken ache, these verses honor the women who spoke in shadows and the self who now speaks in light. This is not the quiet end, it’s the fierce beginning of being fully, unapologetically mine.