Unashamed and Unafraid

Vulnerable, was she? Perhaps, she was.

Source: Facebook (berlin-artparasites)

 

She did not know anything, other than being intense. She could never learn the art of not feeling too much or not thinking too much. She never experienced anything which didn't move her heart. She didn't know how to stay still and quite her mind. She wandered gloriously searching for sunshine. She kept searching and questioning. Some would say, she was looking for answers. The need to understand meaning of each existence. In everything. And in every person, she ever met.

She was passionate. Often, she burned in rebellion. Her greatest strength became her weakness. Her weakness morphed her vulnerability.
 

Time and again, she was misunderstood. She wanted to speak so much more, but she buried her thoughts in the darkest corner of her soul.

In the midst of her strange beauty, she kept searching for joy within. The whirlpool of emotions and the fury of her own self, she longed to be found. Only to realize, she was alone. She was scared so much that she couldn't breathe. She was worried. She was vulnerable. Yet, she kept breathing. She kept walking. Through the different paths that she saw, she wanted to reach her destiny. The trail of footsteps stretching till the horizon, she didn't know who's to follow. She chose her own fate, she created her own path. To be heard, to be seen, and to be able to breathe free again.

They said, she was weak. And she believed what they said. Never did she realize, beneath all her emotions, there was a strong woman. And perhaps, there still is.

She told herself, "Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it." And then, she never felt anything again.

She was fierce, she was beautiful, and she was a mystery. Although she said, she was happy alone. She knew she didn't mean that. She knew it was just easier being alone.

It was a pity, she blamed them. And they blamed her.

Within all that chaos, she never could accept and embrace who she really was. She kept searching for answers, only to realize, she knew the answers all along.

P.S. This was inspired by a post on Facebook. That page really makes you think. And I started blogging again! :)