What it felt like to be set right
It felt like finding her center- she never knew she had one
(she was more like smoke before)
Dispersed like the winds, always spread thin
Blown around by the whims of others
The ping pong ball, sent flying by the slightest tap
Spinning, bouncing in any and every direction at once
It felt like being protected (finally), and planted
Given roots, and her very own soil, and nourishment for her soul
Cool waters and stable ground
Permission to take up space, space meant just for her.
She was settled in, planted where she could finally grow
Finally stretch her arms up toward the sun
Nourished to her core; steadily growing taller
She still feels the winds
Sometimes she bends, and sometimes she resists
And she worries about it all a little less;
her face is up toward the sun
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