Become
New year.
New dreams.
New fears.
Shackled by a future that is uncertain of promises.
The fear
Of losing the pages, the years of poetry stenciled on a heart that is too afraid to believe
In the tenacity of her talents.
Shaken by a world with too many “if’s”
And not enough “when’s.”
But she has dreams
That only this new year
Can cultivate
Into months, days, and moments
Of hope filled beauty.
She’ll believe in a plan that was not designed by her
But rather by the creator of the fires that ignite her bones
Into life.
She’ll dream of a year
Where her body can run races again
And cross finish lines with knee caps
Stronger than any mountain top.
She’ll run endlessly, painlessly, but most importantly:
Fearlessly.
She’ll dance to the hymn of a new day.
Because rhythm is the sunrise of her soul
And her passion
Is the sunset.
Always breathtaking,
Never disappointing.
She’ll be courageous,
Laughing the demons of tomorrow away.
She’ll be unstoppable,
With a heart that can consume this world like a furnace.
So she won’t ever change.
But rather,
She’ll pray that
The world will change
To give her the chance
To be
But more importantly
To become.
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