#superheropower

Reading the words that she writes. The truth that comes out of her, so easily, so rhythmically, so honestly. She does not know her beauty, nor does she know her power. She moves through life completely unaware of her effect on others. Completely oblivious to her effect on the universe. There are piles of memories filled with hate. Saturated by abuse. Numbed down by neglect. Attempting to sway her down another path. Another endless cycle of pain and terror. 

And here I stand. From outside. Watching her hesitating attempt to take another step. A step that could lead to hope. To promises that no one could ever fathom. From my vantage point, I see the “why”. The darkness that has attempted to drown her has one purpose, and one purpose only. It seeks to rob the world of the changes she will make. If her words were to ever get out, to others, things would change. Everything would change. 

We live in a world where truth is exchanged for silly fantasies and hope never has a chance to be born. The easiest way is the only way and to put yourself out there is asking for misery. To open yourself up is asking for death. Everyone wants to be famous but no one wants to be different.