From the outside you would think she had it all. From a distance she has the looks, the perfect life and everything she desires. Yet we all know there is more to her than meets the eye. As you get closer you can see the frown wanting to escape from the corners of her mouth. The deep lines between her eyes show years of thinking. Something is strangling her attention. Despite her surroundings she can’t see what is right in front of her. She can’t hear her wisdom. She walks right by her answers and steps over the path she was meant to go, turning down that wrong street. Her shoulders are hunched, her eyes are down, watching her pace quicken as she tries to out run herself. There is no life in her conversations, she is dull and skims the surface. She just keeps herself a float. She gets caught up in the gossip, hangs out with the wrong crowd and is tangled in problems. The voice in her head is loud, over powering and demands to be heard. What usually comes out of her mouth is negative and brings everything down. The way she snaps her harsh words, they sting with persistence. There is no end to the self-destruction and it hurts to be a witness. She can’t hear another point of view, nothing else matters and there is no getting through. She is so bogged down in her own stuff, claustrophobic and can’t find a way out. Everything seems wrong in her life and she is hauntingly alone. It’s too late she cries “I am done for”. Her moves are calculated in black and white, there is no room for deviation or colour. When you listen close you can hear the wounded little girl inside. She is unconscious to love, peace and support that is all around. She oozes skepticism and is frightened by her potential. She has the power to heal but refuses to step in those shoes. It’s too unknown, it’s too hard. Even though, deep down, she knows better, she doesn’t know where to start. She doesn’t know which way is up. She is stuck in her ways. Life is over. There are no tears left to cry, she is hollow. She has shut off and is beginning to shut down.
If only she would notice my warm hand on her shoulder and hear the gentle whispers I breathe softly in her ear every day. All she needs to do is choose another way. Even though she is frightened, she needn’t be sacred. She has all the support and is loved, more than she will ever know. Life is waiting for her to be ready, to guide her along the way. There is freedom just around that corner and a breath of fresh air in her choice. To walk this new path, with lightness in each step, she finds herself, in all colours of it’s beauty. If only she knew, if only she could see. I’ll wait right here for that moment when she decides to be free.