I’m not just another book on the shelf, you can’t skim through my pages and return me
I’m not meant to be a prop on your nightstand, the one you might read someday
No, I’m the one you read slowly, taking your time…
And over and over again
Learning something new every time
When I feel like giving up, I remind myself who this is for.
It is for the little girl I once was.
The one that sat beneath the stars, dreaming of who she could be.
For the old woman I’ll be someday, proud of who I fought to become.
And every version of me that exists in between.
It’s for my daughters,
And my daughter’s daughters.
And every other girl with stars in their eyes and dreams in their hearts.
For every woman who yearns for more.
For me, for her, for all of us.
I need to show it can be done.
And pave the way for those that come behind me.
She tried to rewrite the story
About the one that got away,
With the pen in her hand
She wielded her power,
The magic in her soul coming to life
As she wove a world with her words,
But In the midst of her fantasy
She discovered the reality
That they were never meant to be,
Even if everything changed
The ending would remain the same,
For the love she deserved
Was more than he could give,
She finally let that dream go
Setting her heart free on the page
