She breaks the silence

Late at night I hear her clearly. The old me in the back of my mind, crying out to be heard. She cries that this is not enough, cries for the things she loved so much. They are things long lost, abilities stolen, dreams shattered. She longs to run, to feel her feet pounding upon the earth; the power, the agility, the control to push her body to its limits.

She wishes things were different, for her life to be the way it could have been. She watches as her friends begin to graduate university, travel, get jobs, their full licences, and move out. It is a world that could have been her reality, but remains unknown.

I let go long ago, I accepted my new reality, my new normality. I learnt to love my life, find new loves, and build new dreams. But the old me, the girl I can never be again, is still there in the back of my mind, a ghost of the past, and in the silence I hear her. I hope I always will; she reminds me of how far I’ve come.

It's raining, it's pouring

“Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.”

There is something so comforting about the rain. I like that I can always count on the rain; no matter what happens, it will always keep raining. Maybe you know the feeling I’m talking about, maybe you don’t. But when I listen to the rain, the soothing sound against my window, I feel at peace. No worry can touch me when it is raining.

The wrong part, right place

Some days I feel like I’ve been given the wrong part, in the wrong play. It’s as if I am living a role written for someone else, a character that was never meant to be me, in a life that was never meant to be mine. Not mine, I mean, it can’t be mine - can it? I’ve travelled so far from the path I thought I’d be leading, they intersect, but are worlds apart. Yet maybe, maybe this is where I need to be. There’s no such thing as meant to be.

We dance on cliffs

The wind‘s souring all around me, a whirlwind entangling my hair, we’re laughing – arms stretched out wide. This is what it means to feel infinitely alive. The waves are crashing on the ledge below, beckoning dangerously, urging us to dare on closer, but they do not know that we are invincible. In this moment, nothing can bring us down, just two crazy girls dancing barefooted on the edge of a cliff.