She is a Storyteller
Once upon a time
There was a girl.
She believed in magic
She believed she could be anything
she wanted to be.
She believed she would grow up and
that all of her dreams would come true.
She believed she would have love,
be love and give love.
She never doubted that belief.
She never doubted herself.
She danced.
She sang.
She played.
She dressed up.
She laughed.
She cried.
She wore her heart in her smile.
Close your eyes.
You can hear her laughter.
You can see her joy.
You can remember.
Once upon a time,
There was a young lady.
She tried hard.
She did her best.
She followed the rules.
She did as she was led to believe was right.
She found love, fell in love and lost love too.
She built a wall.
She forgot.
She worked.
She fell down.
She made mistakes.
She lost her voice.
She lost herself.
She found it hard to smile.
Close your eyes.
You can feel her pain.
You know her suffering.
You know that feeling.
Once upon a time.
There was a woman.
She felt something.
She heard the call.
It took a long time
For the right words to come.
She listened to her heart.
She listened to her soul.
She listened to her intuition.
She began to trust in herself,
in the future and in her story.
She started to believe again.
She started to believe that all of
her dreams would come true.
She started to believe that she had the magic.
She started to remember that she was love,
could have love and give love.
She started to believe in herself again.
She threw away the doubt.
She danced.
She sang.
She played.
She dressed up.
She laughed.
She cried.
She wore her heart in her smile.
Close your eyes.
You can hear her laughter
You can see her joy
You can feel it
You can remember.
This is not "The End"
tekst: Alexandra
mandala: "Voor mijn dochter"
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