Sweet girl, let your smile brighten the day. Let it be bold, let your soul be shared like the pull apart bread he turned crumbs into meals and bait into requiring a BBQ sauce to coat it.
Let your voice be heard and your soul never know false truths. Battered, bruised, gladiator shoes take you home, sand print feet, you only need two, and sweet girl let them not be ones of you.
For your feet were designed to dance, for your toes to tap and swirl in moving water as you look to the sky and feel the warm ocean cover the feet that carried you from where you were never destined to be.
Let him carry you, let the weight be taken, let the voice be heard and the ears irrelevant for it is your story worthy of being told. Once a sub character to someone's plot, once a porn is someone’s game, once a girl accepting less than the value her creator gave her.
As we grow, as we play, as the hands that mold take away our bumps, lumps and all things resembling pre-numps for promises made in shallow waters are never going to stay.
More of you, less of me, but who am i?
Learning to love, learning to hold, learning to be strong without fear of the reason why. Authenticity is in the quiet, in the calm, listening to the stream flowing in the backyard of your ever moving, ever evolving, ever free home. For the trees are the only things rooted down into such a wonder as mother earth.
She lets us bask in her beauty, see things only she could create, a world where lilies are made in wonder and love for us, as the glory of Solomon’s fabric diminish her roots grow stronger and her petals glimmer in the sun.
She is simply stunning.
Heads on pillows, heavy, weighted down in expectations, reputations and miscellaneous condemnation. Freedom is in the boundaries, it's in the protection of your soul. Do not let the opinion of another dampen your heart, soak and weigh down your spirit, no matter what, where or how, strive for what you and you alone truly want.
How can I place a foot in front of another stride with never enough air unable to hold such hopes of reaching the finish line for the GPS signal is out of reach. Navigate this crazy world with independence, do not let outside noises distract, know the pretty lights will turn off, the smiles turn into disapproval and the indulgence give you a higher fat percentage than recommended.
Never apologize for being authentic, never let your candid spirits judgment do more than invoke sympathy for its giver is not your problem.
Your authenticity is what drives your tribe, it's what allows like minded friends and family to surround you, to be with you, laugh at your jokes, and never have you acting like a B class in a ‘waste my time’ 90 minute special.
More of you, less of me, but who am I?
I can not be me without being authentic, without being unapologetic and knowing above all how loved I am that he died for me, for who i am and for all my mistakes, quirky traits and for the story i have to tell and the one i am living and is yet to be told.
