If you ever needed a reminder that you were born enough — born to thrive, to receive, to live a life of breathtaking joy — this is it. “Abundance Is My Birthright” is the soul whisper we sometimes forget to hear when life gets heavy. Today, I’m choosing to believe in more. To open my arms to the blessings already rushing toward me. I hope this poem feels like a soft permission slip — to claim every good thing you deserve, simply because you exist.
Dear Universe,
Dear Me,
Dear Everything I am yet to see,
I was not born to chase, to beg, or to prove my worth.
I was born worthy.
I was born rich in spirit, rich in possibility.
I was born with an inheritance stitched into the fabric of my soul:
Abundance.
Not just money in my hands — though yes, I welcome that too.
But wealth of love, of joy, of opportunities that fit me like a glove.
Health that hums through my body.
Peace that wraps me up when the world feels loud.
Moments so sweet, they taste like miracles.
I am no longer shrinking at closed doors.
No longer watering deserts with oceans of my hope.
No longer doubting that what I desire — desires me too.
I release scarcity like an old, worn-out coat.
It was never mine to wear.
I release guilt for wanting more.
I was designed for more.
I was designed for soft mornings and wild laughter.
For checks that come unexpected.
For friendships that feel like sunrise.
For a life that fits the rhythm of my heart.
Today, and every day after,
I call abundance home.
I open my hands, my heart, my life —
to receive all that is already mine by divine right.
Not because I strive harder.
Not because I suffer longer.
But because I dare to believe:
Abundance is my birthright.
And I was born to claim it — with ease, with grace, with gratitude shining from my bones.
Thank you, Universe.
Thank you, Life.
Thank you, Me.
The gates are open, and I am ready.
— Me.
Abundance isn’t just a dream — it’s our natural state. The moment we release fear, guilt, and scarcity, we step into the overflowing life that was waiting for us all along. Save this poem. Read it on days you forget. And remember: every time you breathe in hope, you breathe out magic. You are worthy of all the good coming your way.
