I cannot forget the way you treated me, the dishonouring of the self,
the disrespect and disregard for my being;
the unworthiness that was felt, devalued like the gift was nothing,
who first imprinted this into this being ?
who said she couldn’t fly?
Who told her she was not worthy? for life lived in her, through her, as her,
she was made from starlight to shine bright.
The gift of loving life no matter what it throws at you
you can sigh and go; ah ha !
Let life live through, as you, loving itself true.
Eternally expanding in you.
A grain of sand upon the land,
a billion stars of the eternal light
do shine oh so bright to light the dark.
Shine shine the space is grace, potential its true to discover all of you  xxx