That Girl
Who rose from the ashes because she was the fire!
God blew on the embers of her possibilities.
and combustion happened birthing life to her dreams,
and smiles that fed those places in
her eyes that had grown dark.
That girl!
Who said no... no to surrender!
No to fear. Grasping instead life and love.
Loving the woman God created.
Seeing her flaws as fabulous and
seeing her tears as rain!
I’m that girl!! That girl is me!
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About the Creator
Cynthia Fields
I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!
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