MAKE THE BREAK

When the storm we battle becomes our tailwind. When trust grows, trust that there is so much more to experience. Trust that life is friendly. Trust that we - are - worth - it. That's when we make the break.

Make the Break

With ruffled feathers I stand on the ground

The winds have turned their might around

And instead of forcefully pushing me down

They lift me up gently onto the tree crown

With my once broken now healed wings

I wonder what this moment brings

This second when I spread them wide

I trust the winds on this free-falling ride

They will pull me up, they will carry me far

They will spoil me rotten; they will raise the barre

For what will come, for what goes away

I let myself go on this magnificent day.