Young girl, why are you so sad?
Why are your shoulders stooping so low? Is it the burden that you carry, the one that you guard so fiercely from the prying eyes of those around you? Is it because you think needing others is a sign of weakness, an invitation to pain? Does it feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders? Does it feel like you’re walking this road alone? Remember the days when you had a skip in your step and a smile on your face? Remember when you would dance by yourself in the middle of a crowded or empty room? Remember when you believed that a problem shared was a problem halved? When you winced at phrases like ‘Every man for himself, and God for us all’? Remember when you trusted enough to share that load with your nearest and dearest? When you believed in holding hands?
Dear love, why is your heart so heavy?
Why are you so detached and guarded? Why have you put up walls as high as the sky, and as wide as the ocean? Is it because you know now that nothing lasts forever? Is it because you’ve had your fragile heart stomped on, and you will do everything in your power to let nobody in, into the deepest realest part of it? Remember when you believed in doing whatever you’re doing with heart? Remember when you believed in the process of healing? Remember when you believed that all people needed was love? When you believed that genuine love was all we needed to make a difference in this world? Remember when you believed in forgiving seventy seven times seven times?
Sweet child, why the darkness in your eyes?
What happened to the light that shone like the Manhattan Skyline? Is it because the grays in this world have dimmed your sensitivity? Is it because whatever you shine a light on seems to disappoint? Is it because it’s easier to hide your imperfections in the dark? Why do you wander around as if encircled in darkness? Remember when you use to live life in full saturated color? Remember when you were moved by the blue of the sky and the yellow of the sun? Remember you believed in the lamp at the top of the hill, in being the light so darkness wouldn’t exist?
Oh darling, why the constant frown?
Why so angry at the world? Is it because life is not fair? Has the suffering around you drained all the joy from your soul? Remember the days when you laughed the most, the loudest and the last? Remember when you threw your head back and raised your feet in the air? Remember when you believed it’s was never too serious for it not to be humorous? Remember the days when you believed that as long as you were laughing you were healing? Remember when you said that your joy had nothing to do with what was happening around you, but instead with what you knew and had on the inside? Remember when you went out of your way to put a smile on another’s face, because you believed that others’ happiness mattered as well?
Young girl, what happened to your dreams?
Why is your hope non-existent, why have you stopped believing? Why so much doubt about good overcoming evil? Is it because nothing in this world is as clear cut as black and white, as good and evil? Is it because bad things happen to good people? Remember when you believed that everything happened for a reason? When you believed that everything works out for your good? Remember when you saw the light at the end of each tunnel and wanted to play your part? Remember when you knew that in the end, it was all going to be OK?