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Spiritual awakening woman

I once had a dream

Of thousands of faces

All of me

Along the sea

Each one had an idea in her head

And a pure beat to her heart

But one by one they started falling into the sea

Whether push or jump I watched me

Drowning in forgotten love, almosts, and could have been

Melting away into the night at the worlds end

Many a book could have been wrote

Many a dollar could have been made

Many things lost in blue

Thrown in by family, lovers, liars, thieves, and friends

Cast aside by fakers acting as kin

Some just couldn't take it and tossed themselves in

Drowning in what could have or should have been

Then there was one

She was older now than the rest

She had walked many miles

Carried her heart heavy but strong in her chest

She had lived

And she had learned

What is right

And what is always wrong

She alone could withhold the sea from engulfing what was left of me

She came forward

She is as I was

She is what I will be

She is what I am

She is what I needed so desperately to see

No words were spoken but I understood what she meant

I see the woman she was and the woman I could be

She looked back as she headed forth into the sea

She didn't sink she didn't swim

Only floated away from me

And then I awoke and looked into the mirror

And the face in the glass wasn't the same as before

Green eyes, sparkling smile, creases, hair curly and beautiful.

Older and wiser

Young and ready

The strength in the woman I am within

My light that has always shown through

Even amidst the darkest of night

Will always be true

To me to them to you

That girl I used to be was innocent

She was beaten and used

Her voice was too weak

That girl is just a memory

The rebirth of a powerful woman

I am transforming from my cocoon

Raising my voice high

Spreading my wings as far as can be

There a little sore

But you can only know true love when you understand pain

I am happy

I am altruistic. And that's ok.

my dreams awakened the butterfly in me

Time has put the girl to rest

To drown in the sea

Future has awoken the woman

To capture the ocean

Set her soul free

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skylar-delre
Italian
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Jun 15, 2015
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