Posted: May 25, 2013 in me

At what point in time can you tell yourself good job?

Is there a day it all begins to make sense?

To yourself…

When the mirror becomes magic

And you recognize your face

Instead of hiding it

When you walk through days

With adventurous choreography 

In trust

Not fear

In hope

Not resignation

When you float

And the waves no longer come

To that deep deep place

Within yourself

That knows for certain

Everything will be okay

And the ever after

Will be happy?


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