Are you ready?
I have a story to tell, so pay attention!
There was once a girl named…
Go ahead, you pick a name
For the Girl wants to be remembered as someone else.
She grew up happy, well mostly happy
In a house with formidable walls
Tall ones for she was taught to ‘be safe’.
The girl was a dreamer, a resilient one
She lived in her own world of imagination
Her world had tall trees, chirpy yellow birds and long roads
She was free to be herself in that world
It enriched her soul yet she yearned to know what was beyond the wall
There was once a girl named…
She grew up to be polite and obedient
For that is how you lived behind the wall
The wall that kept her safe.
And then one day she was allowed a peek outside
Just enough to see, but not experience.
She now realized ‘being naive’ was no compliment.
Life kept moving fast scarring her forever
No one understood for what the girl wanted
Her pleads were irrelevant then
So why now everyone wants to read between the lines?
There are secrets stored inside her
For she seeks a chance to apologize
The wall that once kept her safe
No longer does the job.
She knows it needs to come down & so it will
There will be consequences, she is sure
The excitement to see beyond makes her smile now
The fear lingers as well
For there were a few who tried to break down the wall
But gave up, for they were taught to be safe too
So let her do it now.
For there might not be a tomorrow.
And then it happened,
The wall came down brick by brick making a loud noise
For it had stood proud for too long
The girl smiles looking at the grey clouds
Thunderstorms like never heard before
Wild icy winds piercing into the eyes
And tranquility…..
Holding onto little hands following her
The girl walks beyond the wall.
Are you still listening ?
For there is more to her story.
The girl has only just begun…….
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