And
she will have a come back!
And
it will be big, bold and beautiful!
She
will sing, yell and dance,
hold
a room with her grace.
She
will ride on wild horses,
she
will learn how to fly!
Her
old life burned in sacred gratitude,
the
ashes dispersed on the wind,
she
will know who she is:
Born
of the stars,
her
radiance lights up the dark,
Her
scars she wears proudly,
baptised herself in her own
tears,
the
strength of the woman
who has flung her wings wide,
no
judgement she fears,
her
own voice she has found
her own truth she declares!