Who is she?

What do you think when you think of me?

How do you describe me to others when they ask you, “Who is she?”

Am I known for the color of my skin, the clothes on my back, or the curvature of my nose?

Am I known for the shoes on my feet, the color of my nails, or the way I stand?

You may look at me and forget that what you see is a shell created from the same building blocks of twists and turns that created you.

But what I want is to not be seen, but to be touched.

I want you to give up 10 minutes to hold tight to my trembling faith as I venture into the unknown.

I want you to catch that foreboding fear and self-doubt as it trickles down my cheek.

I want you to embrace my appreciation for you and know I will be your support when you can’t find the strength to stand.

I want you to lead my joy as we make our way across the floor to each precious song and laughter.

I want you to hand me a goal that we can work together to accomplish – to make a difference.

I want you to pinch away the daydreams and make me realize I can turn them into reality.

But most of all, I want you to be touched by me.

Be touched by my life stories, my fears, and my dreams.

I want you to tell others that I am the girl who touched your soul.