soft magic.

by Upile Chisala

sweet child, dance into the light. happiness is waiting for you.

people who only wish to stifle your bloom, do not belong in your garden.

you are a woman after your own heart, darling, that is the bravest thing you could possibly be.

all the lovely women living in your blood are trying to teach you their soft magic, please pay attention to them.

I hope to do with words what dancers do with limbs.

fighting sadness is necessary war.

You are innately beautiful and completely irreplaceable.

it is when we don’t believe we are enough for ourselves that we start looking for people to drown in.

girl, who taught you to be so silent? to fold your opinion back into your mouth so neatly?

darling, remember to run from men who promise you completion. you are already whole.

if someone hasn’t called you brave lately, I will. you are fighting sadness with everything you’ve got and for that you are mighty.

I am still teaching my fragile and my strong that they can co-exist.

I know depression kicks you hard sometimes, keep rising up from it, you surviving thing you you thriving thing you.