When the magic returned

When did she forget the magic that was inside herself? Did it just disappear one day covered by her madness of counting numbers and making up realities? She seems to slowly be recovering herself and finding the magic that was buried beneath all those things, that they never really acknowledged. Pulling it and allowing it to start radiating, she is feeling stronger and better again. Regaining her sense of self and allowing others to see and feel her magic. It is good for her and she knows that changes are coming about but instead of fighting these changes she realizes that changes are good and make her stronger. It is time for her to start exploring what is good for her and what she wants. She feels at times that others do not see the worth in her, that they do not want the magic to touch them because they do not see it in the universe. She sees it in the trees, the air, the stars and everything she touches or feels, it is not so for all and she finds herself tired of trying to explain it or fight to share it. So off she goes to play with her magic with the ones who know, singing Tra LaLaLa all the way, smiling and laughing.