She's listened hard and waited long to hear the words of her song. It's been a trial, and at times a chore, those days she had no idea what was in store.
Her patience has been tested, tried and stretched, feelings so deep, some days wondering if her dreams were too farfetched. She's been patient, brave and strong all in the hope that one day she would finally become one.
Gathering pieces of a bigger picture, a childhood jigsaw unlovingly stored, pieces missing, corners damaged, she frantically tries to remembers the image, the colours, a form, a clue that will help fix her.
She learns that to become she must come undone, she must fall, she must break, understand that the journey will hold more pain and heartache. To get to her core and all that she was before, she must learn to soften, let go and lean in, for the one she is looking for is not out there she's within.
Self doubt, lack of faith, dashed expectations and often self hate, she is fighting so many things, but she needs to let go, let go and release, let go and give in to what life brings.
The anger she carries has turned into rage, that grows as she turns every damn page, pushing it down, deep in her belly, it looms, lurks, growls and sneers, feeding all of her very worst fears.
Some days she can hardly speak, the words hang in that safe space growing into a shriek, in the world she has created, that safe place inside, where her dreams are protected and and her intuition her guide.
As the pieces start to fit, dots connect and stories are told, she starts to see it, her masterpiece unfold, in all colours of the rainbow her truth, her belonging, her whole.
The world starts to slow, her feet become firm, her heart beats like a drum and she finally hears that familiar hum as her mind, body and soul once again become one.