Power

Somewhere along the way, I lost my power.

I left her unattended and I walked away.

At the time, I was unaware of her potency, her magnitude.

I couldn't yet fathom her resilience.

She became distorted in divorce.

She was blurry in grief.

But slowly, my power is coming back to me.

She's the smile that plays on my lips.

She's the burst of confidence that tells me to follow my dreams.

She reminds me that it's okay to be unapologetically me.

She nudges me to try new things.

She's my companion, my friend.

She adamantly insists that I am indeed a writer, photographer, artist, a cosmetologist...

Without anyone else's recognition, validation or confirmation.

She says, go for it.

Why not?

She says, jump.

Fly, soar.

Roar!

Declare your arrival.

Leave your mark.

Come out of the dark.

We reconnected.

We have been reunited.

We dance together, blissfully.

We now walk hand in hand, my power and me

Boldly, we step into the unknown.

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