sometimes
when i look into the mirror
i see the little girl i used to be
and every time
i am reminded
to keep believing in her
to see the world's magic
to wonder,
to dream,
to write,
and sing,
dance, read, enjoy
to love
unconditionally,
because it's worth it
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
