freedom

A Poem by beautifulblade

For Victoria

To the girl on the opposite screen,

I sit, watching you from afar as I trace the outlines of your pain. Your tears have sketched out journeys farther than marathons, and we are united in a barrage of past memories that are strung together on a tightrope. We tiptoe across, step carefully so we do not fall and yet still, we find ourselves clinging onto whatever shreds of imagination still keep us going.

Shoot for the stars, my brown eyed angel, fly to Mercury on green glass wings and tap dance your way to victory. I hope my words are enough to reach you, my dear, for I mean each syllable of my sentences. You are mine, yes mine, not in that I own you or am better than you but that I feel you. I can read your hurt in your words and my heart breaks with your pain. Your mirror lies, my darling, no matter how beautiful its frame. For every time you look and see a broken reflection of a useless girl, I see strength. Every time you curl up and cry into your arms, I see courage. And every morning you wake up, I see survival.

You are more than you think.

I wish you could hear me. I wish my voice was strong enough to hold you up when you feel like you're about to fall. I wish that my scars could hold back your demons when they threaten to overtake you... I wish you knew yours could do the same. But until you see your own beauty, think of this. Victoria, I will stand with you. Even if I am alone in the darkness, I will wait for you. I will light candles to show you the way, and your tears will sparkle in the flickering brightness.

Do not be afraid of the shadows. They hold more secrets than you or I, and they are merely mysteries waiting to be seen. When you are ready, will you chase them down with me? Shine flashlights in the dark corners of the earth and run to the edges of tomorrow?

Virgo, perhaps you would like to adventure with me... off to the moon as we surf on high tides. Maybe, if we get high enough, we can swing together on shooting stars as we drop our hurt into cobalt seas. My child, you are precious. Please know this, even if you don't fully believe it to be true.

With love,

Aquarius.

P.S. Don't be afraid of falling. It's not nearly as far down as it seems... besides. How else would we learn to get back up again?