New Year, Still Me But Healing Poem by Manzanilla Mija

lavender in her hair, rose on her wrists and honey on her lips

sadness isn't her best friend anymore
the gentleness that has always been inside, waiting to come out, has arrived

gold in her tears, praise from her songs and glitter on her cheeks

the desire to be as kind as Christ, and softer than His clouds, is finally written in her heart

stars in her eyes, rosemary in her hands and lighting in her steps