I am not a woman,
who overstays her welcome

anymore.

I move on
with grace,
peacefully,
not letting anyone brush
against my mellowness,
nor my depth.

The ocean waves inside of me
might build up silently,
just to wash away
the leap of faith
I so generously granted.

With a loud roar
they demolish
what is not meant for me
because they know
that the right things
need room,
open wide space,
to become.

Thriving
doesn’t happen by chance,
it takes seeds to be planted,
soil to be nurtured,
time and care we invest.
Building requires hands
and will.

I will always be willing
to make my hands dirty,
to replant moss
in the driest of places,
and to carve soft curves into stone,
just to allow rivers
to run wild.

I am not bitter
about life
or the way that I love
to give.
I am not ashamed
of failing
or of trying again
from the beginning.

My senses are sharp
and so is my tongue.
A fairness,
I first and foremost
owe to myself.
I am looking after
my heart,

what an honor this is
and what a joy.

xxj


p.s.
I take risks
without considering the chances
because I believe this world
cannot be built in the mind.
She gets to be experienced
through the magic
one is willing
to find.