you are magic
not the kind you hold in your hands
but the kind that lives under your skin
breathing in sync with your heartbeat
it coils in your bones
ripples through your fingertips
and spills from your eyes
before you even know it’s there
you do not have to try
you do not have to prove
the world bends
toward your quiet gravity
because your presence is a song
that hums itself
into every empty corner
you are the sudden warmth
on a cold day
the pulse beneath someone’s longing
the impossible light
that refuses to be tamed
and when you laugh
when you love
when you simply are
the magic inside you
touches everything
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
Beautiful and soulful poem, my friend. Have an inspired week, Jenn 😊🌻☮️
Thank you so much, my friend. I hope this week is the best for you because that’s what you deserve 😊🌻☮️
Great line: “you do not have to prove / the world bends / towards your quiet gravity”. 💙
Thank you 💙 How are you today?
Thank you for asking. Things are mostly good this morning. It’s one of those days begging for a sleep-in but the world has other plans.
How are you faring?
Yeah I feel you there. I’ve had better days, but the day must go on regardless. Thank you for asking 💙
Love this Jennifer ❤️
Thank you, Maggie ❤️