“Girls are taught a lot of things growing up;
If a guy punches you he likes you
Never trim your own bangs,
Some day you will meet a wonderful guy and get your own happy ending.
blah blah blah
Every movie we see, every story we’re told, implores us to wait for it;
this third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the expectation rule etc.
But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending, we don’t learn how to read signs.
How to tell (the difference) the ones who want us from the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who won’t.
And maybe this happy ending doesn’t include a wonderful guy.
Maybe it’s you on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for the future.
Maybe the happy ending is this:
-Knowing that all the unreturned phone calls and broken hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and the embarrassment..
YOU NEVER… EVER…ever gave up HOPE.”
I have decided to let go of the shackles of society.
I’ve been reminded of who I always wanted to be. I’ve found me and all that defines me. This started with conversations with my inner being.
I transcended from my body and found the true meaning of living. My passion for earthly things has been ebbing away. My dissatisfaction of fading into the background has been chewing at me. I realised what it meant to be truly happy.
I have a light that streams from generations and I have been covering it because of distractions and hesitations.
No one knows the pain of dysfunction as a norm, manipulated in conversation, used as a pawn. Survival instincts, working hard from a young age, equipping your mind to be a pilgrimage.
From ashes to gold is a story untold of a girl destined for greatness. I claim my youth again,attain a rebirth, some sort of spiritual renaissance. With this renewed confidence I dance on tables like everybody’s watching. My body will say things, my movements will change beings and I will provoke thoughts and speak to the nations.
I will rebel against fossilized paradigms, photocopied ideas and binaries. I look to the heavens from whence cometh my help,I see the clear sky as a canvas, alive with creativity and new possibilities.