As time ticked onwards, the little girl grew. Imagination and positivity bounced through her body, for this little girl was a brave, independent child. With her expressive nature and endearing soul, her childhood was a happy one. Everyone was a friend and the only thing to fear was being bitten by an over excited goose in the park. To her, the world was beautiful. A child's naivety is a blessing. For every child must only radiate warmness and have eyes only open to love.
As expected, years went by. A personality flourished. A body changed and the girl was no longer little. She was still short. This had also been expected. But she had definitely grown.
With time, comes change. She soon started to notice everything differently. The light had been somewhat distorted and an unfamiliar pressure began to overwhelm her world. An invisible but definitely existent strain weighed her down. A heavy compression of tension lay on her small shoulders. For the girl struggled and tangled herself in a web of uncontrollable demands.Still only a teenager.. it seemed the girl was unable to cope at times and became a little misunderstood on the way. Her smile and positivity that once was there, drowned in sea of fear and confusion. Suddenly she realised it was time for her to grow. Time to spread her wings she so longed to use, but couldn't figure out how. She lay awake at night with worry and became a distant person to those she was surrounded by. Communication often died and some days she would feel like taping up her lips. It was on those days, she would resent everything and everyone - but be unaware as to why. She herself, was puzzled by her unusual behaviour. Baffled by the chaotic and ever changing voices residing in her head. For one day excitement, enthusiasm and energy would run a marathon around her body, and the next ...a defeated loser would give up the race.
The girl learnt what it was to love.
She learnt how to make decisions.
She learnt the difference between failure and things 'just not working out'.
Now a woman, she is learning to accept.
Accept a world unshielded from the blankets that once protected her.
Accept her ways.
Accept the body she was born into.
She doesn't know where her life is headed. Her wings often feel clipped and unable to fly. On days, her once beautiful vision is stolen by a blindfold of anxiety. But she lives in hope of a life guided by light and laughter.
She knows her demons are on their way to a distant place and in return will be greeted with the life she imaginations so often.
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