Her hands weathered..

She thinks she is getting old..

What she doesn’t realize is that she is pure gold..

Her pain pours out as she sings those songs..

Her laughter infectious, from her heart she spreads love..

Her passion so forceful it penetrates you with ease..

Every time she thinks she’s losing, she heals the disease..

Her doubt opens the gateways that holds the parts of her that she wishes to hide away…

Why can’t she see those are the most beautiful parts, they illuminate her way…

Her fear projects her deepest healing abilities…

As she heals others from what she had to live through and now can see….

Always in a belief that she is on the edge she doesn’t realize that she is the glory..

Her loneliness has called the destructive love in…

Her solace is now found in only those she will choose..

No more is she a victim her strength is alive, she has taken it back all of her power through space and time now she succeeds at all she was put here to do….

Now she doesn’t need anything else to bring her to life..

she now knows she has all the power she needs inside!