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.