Connecting the Dots

I'm just playing with words right now and trying something new. I've never posted anything that wasn't finished. I don't know what this is going to be yet. Spoken word? The intro to something new, or possibly the ending??

There were still moments when her breath would catch in her chest, and she had to once again remind herself to just breathe. The angel wings etched onto her ankle would never allow her to forget all that she'd been through, and all that she'd lost. She was much like the sacred lotus flower, she grew through the mud and emerged beautiful. Her spirit awakened, finally aware of her divinity. Finally.

Soft and fierce, coexisting inside of her. Duality is what they call it. Flaws and all, she was perfectly imperfect. Still using music as her therapy. For when her words fail, music speaks. She's finding her voice, and finding herself, and it is so damn awesome to witness. She's become more comfortable in her own skin and much less uncomfortable hearing the sound of her own voice. She's learning to live life un-apologetically, and it feels so damn good.

Kind of like when fingers brush across that special place on the small of her back.... yeah, that kind of good. Playing small no longer interests her. She's learning to give a little less and to ask for what she deserves. She is the woman who just three short years ago, thought that her life was over. She believed that she was broken beyond repair, cloaked in despair, praying for someone to come and save her. She became her own hero and she saved herself.

Only time will tell what this turns into. It is definitely a work in progress.