Saturday, 27 January 2024

That Girl

 They say blunt force breaks glass, but so does resonance


I am that girl standing underneath the golden tree for my turn to pick up the falling golden leaves in spring time, beneath a tree so beautiful than I could begin to wonder.

I am that girl,

that girl improving my music, my poetry, 

that girl dancing on the shore. No matter what comes my way, I stand here and sing and dance to the music of the sea so beautifully as the waves on it.


I am that girl freely floating ,

Floating in the salt lake that life has specially built around me. I am that girl most traveled to escape and deal with emotions that hang on the balance of my not so sad life. I am that girl now living life, a life I thought was impossible to live. 

A life of Love and freedom and grace.

I am that girl traveling towards everything beautiful because it was meant for me. The girl giving all the love as it should be. A girl happily and madly in love with being me.

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