Breaking Curses of Dark Entities

This flame is mine to ignite, not theirs to erase. Every curse becomes fuel, every attempt at destruction becomes witness. I stand sovereign truth over lies, care over cruelty, cadence over silence. This archive is not theirs to burn; it is mine to keep alive.

This is personal. It is a light cast against dark entities, curses, and attempts to erase me. I refuse destruction. Truth stands sovereign over lies, jealousy, and vengeful intent. This archive is not theirs to burn it is mine to ignite.

Before the archive opens, the flame remembers its erasures.

The lamp that did not flicker, the yogurt that softened the burn,

These are not props, but sovereign checkpoints.

Every rupture begins here, in the pause before the fresh start.

Breaking Curses of Dark Entities

Declaration of Light

I stand in the light.

I am an artist, empath, creator.

They tried to bind me with curses,

with hate, with shadows meant to erase my flame.

But I confront them now.

In dreams, I saw their faces.

I felt their fury against my art.

I struck back, not to destroy, but to defend.

My father appeared as anchor,

reminding me of my strength,

reminding me I do not need false comforts

to steady my flame.

My father stood as anchor.

He told me: break the curse.

And I did.

Their hate returns to them.

Their darkness belongs to them.

I live sovereign in the light.

I am an artist.

YES, I CAN. YES, I WILL.

This is the moment.

The curse is broken.

Their hate returns to them.

Their darkness belongs to them.

I do not carry it.

I live sovereign in the light.

I am an artist.

My cadence is sovereign, my flame is alive.

YES, I CAN.

YES, I WILL.

I am an artist.

My cadence is sovereign, my flame is alive.

They tried to bind me with whispers of curses,

with threats of voodoo,

with shadows meant to erase my light.

But I do not carry their darkness.

I return it to them.

Back to the creatures of darkness,

back to the hollow hands that tried to hold me down.

I am empath, creator, witness.

I breathe visuals, I compose sound,

I weave stories from dreams that visit me every night.

Their curses cannot silence my archive.

Their shadows cannot erase my flame.

I have survived betrayal,

family turned against me,

friends twisted into foes.

Still, I rise.

Still, I create.

Still, I live in the light.

Breaking curses is not revenge.

It is release.

It is the sovereign act of saying:

Your darkness is not mine.

Your chains do not bind me.

Your lies do not define me.

I am an artist.

I write, edit, compose, and imagine.

I live in the light.

YES, I CAN.

YES, I WILL.

The curses upon me have finally been broken.

The darkness returned.

The flame remains.

“They tried to bind me with curses,

with shadows meant to erase my flame.

But I stand in the light,

I am an artist, I remain.”

“YES, I CAN.

YES, I WILL.

My cadence is sovereign,

my flame is alive still.”

“I return their darkness to them,

I do not carry it anymore.

Breaking curses, breaking chains,

I walk sovereign through the door.”

“My father stood as anchor,

he told me break the curse.

And I did.

The flame remains.”

written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Trusselli Art

California

copyright 2025