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!
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