Step Out

Finally my hands are starting to understand the heart. When I began I felt anxious nervous. Some how with time and patience my fear has faded and now joy sits.

For hours I can sew and listen to music. When once I would cry and not understand why? I touched fabrics and stayed until fear became a friend. Together we walked until talk came through the silence.

Where Years fell away to dresses never made. The sun shines knowing that bounds are only of the mind’s false cloak. Darkness is lit with magical hands trusting the first moves.

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