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WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO MAKE A DREAM COME TRUE:


I CONDEMN MY WRITING. IT IS MY LOVE AFTER MY FIRST LOVE. IT TOOK ITS TIME WITH ME. IT HELD ME, AND LET ME CRY. IT DRESSED ME WHEN I COULDN’T DRESS MYSELF. IT WIPED MY TEARS WHEN I WANTED THEM TO FALL. IT LISTENED WHEN I WAS ANGRY. AND HELD THE SILENCE WHEN I DIDN’T SPEAK. THEN SOMETHING CHANGED IN MY WRITING. IT STARTED TO HOLD MY HANDS AND KISS THEM IT HELD ME WHEN I WASN’T CRYING. KISSED MY CHEEKS WHEN I WAS HAPPY. AND MADE ME FALL IN LOVE.


I am close to tears at my creativity. I am proud of the woman I’m becoming, and I am proud of the work left to do to get there.

“God is within her, she will not fall.” Psalm 46.5

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