I woke up with a heavy heart, tears flowing from eyes, my head throbbing with pain.
Yesterday I was running uphill, laughing as if there was no tomorrow. Letting the gentle breeze blow through my hair, twirling with the dandelions that float in the air, allowing my bright yellow dress dance with the wind, singing as if there was no tomorrow.
Eyes full of youth, hope, and dreams. Heart filled with love and compassion. Mind full of understanding and inquisition. Laughter filled with joy and happiness. Untouched precious innocence.
Then the storm came…
I rebuilt my home; my temple. Broken pieces were glued together, yet cracks are still visible. Doors have been placed – to stay opened for those who are welcome; to be kept closed for those who seek to destroy. Dust and debris have been swiped off the floor.
Dreams were destroyed; the aspirations of the youthful heart – shattered into pieces. I used up all my youth to rebuild what has been broken, working with all my might to mend my innocence that has been tainted.
I slept after so long and when I woke up, I woke up with a heavy heart, tears flowing from eyes, my head throbbing with pain.
No longer running uphill with friends, laughing without any care in the world. The storm has stolen my youth, my heart has been broken, and what was lost could never be returned.
Gone are the days of my youth, but all hope is not lost. I lost my innocence, but my hopes and dreams are still intact.Heart is still filled with love and compassion, genuine joy and happiness surrounds me; Mind still full of understanding and inquisition – ready to take on the puzzles that life throws at me.
And my home – is stronger than ever, its foundation built on solid rock, sturdier – built to withstand any storms.
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