“Look how pretty you are!” She tells herself as she smiles at her reflection in the mirror. She was admittedly vain, but deep within she knew she was afraid.
She was always worried of saying the wrong things that she ends up letting careless words slip out. The fear builds and grows on her. Every stare she gets pierces through her like a spear coated with poison.
When will she gain the confidence to spread her wings?
She wondered “will I forever be mediocre?”.
“I am confident, and then I am not.
I am brave, and then I am not.
I am kind, but am I always?”
I feel my passion pulsating through my veins, it yearns to be fulfilled.
But how am I to do so, if I am not always who I want myself to be?
Always dreaming never living.
Only sometimes does the girl walk on the pathway.
The meadows seemed to call out to her, there she is safe, she is confident, she is brave, and always kind.
How can you live if you just exist?
Everyone has the potential to be great.
How can the butterfly find its way, when you cut off its wings?
How can you sleep by the end of the day, while you feel the guilt it brings?
We can love freely, but not to the point of suffocation.
We must love truly, with just the right amount of trust and toleration.
Your desire to be alone does not equate to you not wanting to spend time with your loved ones once in a while.
Seedlings sprout when you water them and nourish them.
Plants grow when you take good care of them and shower them with love and care.
Only then will they bear the fruits of your labor in return.
Like children, we should always encourage them, no matter how crazy their dreams may be in the beginning, we never know unless we give them a chance, right?
Your words are like blades that cut down the ropes they use to fly their kites that hold their dreams.
Choose them wisely before it’s too late and the buds you so carefully sowed, wilt away.