At night her heart soars, longing for more than what she has.
Thinking what is it like on the other half of life?
Not worrying about if you will have enough to pay your bills this paycheck.
Can she do better? You say "It's only you who can make your life better".
She says "I fear most things in life and scared I'll fall if I try to soar beyond what is comfortable".
So she asks " Sometimes? Only sometimes can she have the courage to do what holds her back?
Can she be the person she longs to be? If not right away then only sometimes?
Only sometimes...
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