On Being Strong ..

She stares at her life flashing by, just like in the movies. Except that every scene here was nothing but reality. Nothing but a true manifestation of what she had gone through, witnessed or experienced.
Standing at the edge of the sea, watching the waves crash against the rocks, with only a hint of deep moonlight highlighting it's depth, she contemplates on right and wrong.
She muses over the World's silly ways, and smiles, for she'll be long gone, to hear them chatter.

As a spray of the cold ocean water hits her face, reality brings her back into it's vortex. They say reality is bad, but at times, it can prove to be the exact opposite. She remembers all the good times..
Her friends. Her family. Her work. her love.
Everything!
Realizing her entire life is still left ahead of her, a tiny tear slips down her pretty face as she imagines what all she can do.
What all she can be.
All those dreams and hopes turning to reality.
All those relationships lasting forever.

Standing upright, in the cold, eerie night, she now has the knowledge of right and wrong. She knows that the right things aren't always easy, but going down the difficult path will make her strong.
After lingering in the beauty of the night, for a while, she carefully steps off the bridge. And walks away victorious, under the glittering stars to her rightful destiny!

'Nuff Said :)

Imagination's Girl.

I'm often thinking of random things, and this is what my grey matter decided to come up with, for no rhyme or reason! Yes, I tend to do a lot of mind blabber.
Sigh!

Who's that girl, with the large, glossy black eyes?
Her hair a deep coffee brown, shaped and long, highlighting her pretty face.
Dressed in black, she looks like an average teen, but look closer, she carries a crown of thorns.
Despite this her lips twist into an angelic smile.
Her hands seem rough, but elegant.
She wears the pride of a survivor.
The confidence of a pageant queen.
The hurt of a mother who lost her child.
And the knowledge of the saints of the Himalayas.
So young, you may wonder. Yes, life treated her differently!
It made her heart like a soldier. Always protected with high walls.
She says she feels no pain, but the eyes don't deceive.
She holds onto memories, like a child and her favorite blanket.
Who she is, we'll never know. But she's out there, somewhere, shaping her destiny!

*gets reflective*