She told me something was missing.
Not a spark or a twinkle
Not a light or a star
Not a fire or an ember
My magic was missing.
The very thing that allowed me to create the me I wanted to be, had long gone missing
He took it, I said, and I want it back! I want it all back.
Slowly she felt it returning- but she had to figure how to use it again.
Never again would she let someone steal her magic.
Never again would she freely give of her magic.
Never again would she take for granted the magic that was given to her as her prized possession.
And when she said it- she felt it- the magic she once knew had returned and oh how it had grew.
It was undeniable, unimaginable- she realized that the magic was her, she had never left- she had only forgotten due to his curse.
She realized what she had forgotten; she had placed her magic safely on a shelf far, far away from what she called her heart.
Hidden from all others, even herself- because she was too weak to control it when he held the reins so tightly near her heart.
Re- shaped and re-structured her new heart was stronger than ever- and she felt it was safe again to open the jar.
The jar on the shelf that contained her secrets, her lies, her truths and her smiles, her joys, her sorrows, her pain, her tomorrows, her love, her hate, her life, her moments, her memories, herself.
In this joy was the essence of HER. She had not lost it or given all away- she just knew that from now on when she opened the door she had to keep her magic safe.
Safe and hidden for only one to see- the one who would save her- from all that wished to harm her.
It was too much to handle alone- but if he were there to help her- her great light would be shone.
So she tucked away her magic in a place she could easily recall and to add to that magic was the past that was now gone.
So in search of her magic- she found- the key to this life was knowing the when and the how.
when to listen and how to speak, when to be still and how to maneuver, when to call and how to act- for when true love came to fulfill its pact.
Patiently she awaits with her magic in tow- for the one who will rescue her soul. When he comes she will be ready to share the magic that is within her to fulfill the prophecy of the girl who found her magic after traveling through the darkest treacheries and tragedy.
She hopes you too will find your magic- so that all that see will know that it still exist- true love is coming- true love is waiting to share in the magic of the essence of her.
Not a spark or a twinkle
Not a light or a star
Not a fire or an ember
My magic was missing.
The very thing that allowed me to create the me I wanted to be, had long gone missing
He took it, I said, and I want it back! I want it all back.
Slowly she felt it returning- but she had to figure how to use it again.
Never again would she let someone steal her magic.
Never again would she freely give of her magic.
Never again would she take for granted the magic that was given to her as her prized possession.
And when she said it- she felt it- the magic she once knew had returned and oh how it had grew.
It was undeniable, unimaginable- she realized that the magic was her, she had never left- she had only forgotten due to his curse.
She realized what she had forgotten; she had placed her magic safely on a shelf far, far away from what she called her heart.
Hidden from all others, even herself- because she was too weak to control it when he held the reins so tightly near her heart.
Re- shaped and re-structured her new heart was stronger than ever- and she felt it was safe again to open the jar.
The jar on the shelf that contained her secrets, her lies, her truths and her smiles, her joys, her sorrows, her pain, her tomorrows, her love, her hate, her life, her moments, her memories, herself.
In this joy was the essence of HER. She had not lost it or given all away- she just knew that from now on when she opened the door she had to keep her magic safe.
Safe and hidden for only one to see- the one who would save her- from all that wished to harm her.
It was too much to handle alone- but if he were there to help her- her great light would be shone.
So she tucked away her magic in a place she could easily recall and to add to that magic was the past that was now gone.
So in search of her magic- she found- the key to this life was knowing the when and the how.
when to listen and how to speak, when to be still and how to maneuver, when to call and how to act- for when true love came to fulfill its pact.
Patiently she awaits with her magic in tow- for the one who will rescue her soul. When he comes she will be ready to share the magic that is within her to fulfill the prophecy of the girl who found her magic after traveling through the darkest treacheries and tragedy.
She hopes you too will find your magic- so that all that see will know that it still exist- true love is coming- true love is waiting to share in the magic of the essence of her.
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