she had to let go.
she had to let herself breathe.
she had to take the magic dust
she always believed in
,
into her own hands and blow it
into the dreams she had always
kept deep in her heart;
she could wait no longer
for anyone else to do it for her
nor could she wait for the ‘right time’.
and that’s when her authentic life truly began.
she watched the golden magic dust float
and twirl in the sunset
and there she began to twirl as well.
her dance would never end.
her song would never be silenced again.
Life had always been about being true to her heart.
she always knew that but
now she dared to live like it.
--S.C Lourie
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