This One is for the Girls

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.

Wild Heart

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