Growth Is Underrated
It was with passion and perseverence that she felt sane once more
She walked along the side of a building, picking up a bunch of papers along the way. Each step encouraging her inner whirlpool to move faster. It was her usual routine. Repetitive. The accomplishment of a full-time job being darkened by the whirlpool that was now a tidal wave in her stomach. She struggled. She persisted. She pushed herself. Her chest tight on a regular basis and palms feeling like a mop that needed ringing. Somehow she still managed a smile and a friendly attitude. There was a hurricane brewing inside, yet she didn't seem to know it. 'Kill em' with kindness' was her motto. Instead it was killing her. The sun started to leave. Her spark, her spring were slowly sucked out. It wasn't going anywhere useful though. It was floating in the atmosphere, just out of reach. Deadly thoughts entered her mind. Passion taunted her and the pain overwhelmed her. She crumbled, she shattered, she disintegrated.
The environment changed and yet she was still a shell. The world seemed to fly by leaving her stranded. Not standing. Just a pile of puzzle pieces that was going to take all she had left to repair. Days, weeks, months went by and her puzzle still looked like she had just started. Like the world had expected her to give up and leave it that way. Her deadly thoughts making her cry and breakdown. There was a fire inside her she just had to use it correctly. Days became dark for a while. She was crying, everyday. Drowning every minute. Feeling sacrificed. Feeling everything and nothing. She would flinch if you poked the bench next to her and cry when the faceless voice spoke it's bitter truths.
'You can't do this.'
'You really don't know anything.'
'Now you really sound dumb.'
Each reply being sorry.
The word began to stand for something. Began to represent her failure and hopelessness. Was there ever going to be a way out. Yes. She had to cling to this chance, to this strand of hope that lingered invisibly in the background. She wasn't sure how long it would take but her stubborn and persevering personality was going to pay off. People could see but only she could fight and win.
Fighting, she didn't see it as a war. She saw it like trying to push over a brick wall. Until she got strong enough, she could push all she wanted and nothing would happen. For her to get stronger there was only one thing she had to do. Forgive and forget. It was going to always be apart of her but she needed to let it go before it destroyed her. The more she pushed with the weight of her blame the harder if became. Once she let it go and started to focus on herself and love once more the wall become a feather that she could blow out of her life. With that she suddenly had the sun, spring and spark back in her life. It was her mojo and it was once again reachable. Sticking to her skin once again. It cuddled her and it supported her. She was happier and was able to express that easier.
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