Never there

I was feeling beautiful on the day I wrote this.

There is that love, which lives in the souls of 

each and every one of us.

I believe, it is given to us, at the very last stage

of our creation.

And it’s sealed with a kiss by the tender hands

of God. 

But as we grow away from earth, and our heads

get closer to the sky, we tend to leave behind that

love. That love, for yourself, and everything around you.
With no hesitation or caution.

We begin to grow into our imperfections, and let them

take control. From the boy, who feels he has no goals.

To the girl who feels she will look prettier with a new nose.

We grow until we fall into a circle of doubt and 

broken promises.

My life? Is a series of mistakes and, note changes in 

the melody that defines me. I’ve been allowing myself

to play those wrong notes. It will take time, to climb down

from my high horse of insecurity.

And get in touch with the little girl who used to

loose herself outside, and always smiled. Even when 

she wanted or needed to cry.

I got to know her for but a short time in my life.

Sadly she was snatched away into dark allies, and 

closets under stairs.

But she was never really gone. I just allowed myself to 

believe she was never there.