she was the girl that knew everyones name. But everybody but her to shame. others ran her over. Rushing. shoving, Angsty. All the while Finding her Voice In a way Nobody noticed. Because no one notices The girl Who never Pushed back.
She was young She had big dreams She wanted to be someone, Someone who knew that The world is bigger than All the fears, The tears that brought others to their knees. The ones who claim to be the be all.
Its the thread of a thought. It creeps in even When you are not expecting it. It weaves through, your brain into the air. Even when What What we bare is too much to share. You go. you flow with the ebs of the melody Letting it carry you into another Day. A day with new navigations. new stories Each one different from the last. you can't help but keep thinking of the past. LOOK part it all and move forward without fear. Fear and anguish in it it is in which we'stunted in what we can or could have been. Lxx