And when I’m the soft girl
the world can no longer hurt me.
Because even soft girls can roar.
Even soft girls can look to the sky
and laugh away the angry grey.
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The Soft Girl
Today, I feel it all.
Life.
Rushing beneath my skin, burning in my bones.
It’s an ache, I feel.
A beautiful wind that moves through my body and clutches at the spaces all around me.
Life.
It’s an ache I’ve always sought to understand.
An ache I never will understand.
An ache.
A life.
A dream to be everything I am.
A longing to be nothing I am not.
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The Wind of Change
Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream.
A spark.
A glimpse of the person I truly am inside.
Sigh.
Where do you blow, sweet wind?
And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be?
I looked into the sky
and I said,
‘Sky.
It’s me.’
And then I realised
I had nothing more to say.
And that
actually
I was satisfied.
Satisfied,
and ready to give in
to the aching quiet of it all.
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Just the Way You Are
I dreamed a dream.
And in it
you were in love
with
you.
Just the way you are.
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When I Grow Up
When I grow up
I am going to be
a kid again.
She whispered to her heart:
Go.
Be Brave.
Make me whole, again.
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Butterfly Catcher
I was born
to be a catcher of butterflies.
Pass me my net
and I will show you
the joy
and the wonder
that lay sleeping
in your bones.
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The Truest Love
Loving others
broke her.
Loving herself
fixed her.
And then there was magic.
Pure, delicious magic.
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The Power of a Moment
I’ll never underestimate the power of a moment.
In my world, a moment is never just a moment.
A moment is a marvel.
A step before a jump.
A promise of something new and wonderful to keep—
If I choose to keep it, that is.
A moment— in my world— is a time to begin again.
A chance to let ‘no’ become ‘yes’.
A chance to let ‘yes’ become ‘hells to the absolute no’.
You know them, don’t you? Moments?
The split seconds of life that we can choose to take, or leave?
The gifts that give as much as we ask them to, depending on how open we are to receiving them?
I do love a good moment.
I do love a good bit of marvelous and new.
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