Words.
Words are rarely spoken.
So many times unwoven.
In my life these are the colours of the paintings I wanted to paint so lovely,
never to be broken.
How many times have I talked myself out of it.
How many times have I sold myself short of it.
Because of the words I told myself,
Words that I, words of
Not being enough
Not being smart enough
Not being ready enough.
Now I realize more than ever that I have waited again and again.
Life is running through my veins, ready to be spent.
Take the time you need, take care of yourself,
For what you take care of is going to take care of you.
Follow your bliss is what life says.
Follow your bliss is what your heart says.
Follow your bliss is the only strategy there will ever be.
Follow your bliss is your way.
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