The way she walks
And how she talks
You can tell that she’s been through a storm.
The way she gravitates
And radiates
You can feel
That what she states is real.
No limitation
To her liberation
For each journey is unique.
You can feel her step into the room
She’s the definition of mystique.
Her smile is bright
But you can sense
That her lips once
Frowned so much.
You can see the light spark
From her fingers.
You feel warmth in her touch.
Liberated
She is –
Not giving anyone the power to disrupt her peace again.
She still has a ways to go but is now patient with herself.
Guarded? I would say vigilant and aware.
Liberation
Elevation
That’s the wave she’s on.
She’ll get there.
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