Skipping a beat every time the fear of unknown surrounds, hurting deep when the mind plays games…..this is a letter to you.
Let me remind you, you irksome little idiot, she has promises to keep. Who is ‘she’ you ask? ‘She’ is the girl you reside in, whose bosom held you snug in the direst moments. She is your silent companion in the moments of calm before the storm. You’ve got to sail, sail through storms of uncertainty, sail through whirlwinds of wobbly emotions, sail through those 3 am bouts of sheer perplex.
Please don’t, just don’t get frenzied .You’ve got to keep the girl sane.
Promises wouldn’t have meant a thing , had she made them to others. She made them to herself, she set the bars high. And now, when the clouds of doubt threaten to ruin her bright summer dreams, you’ve got to sail her through the inner turmoil into clearer waters.
Crystal clear waters, where she can mirror her soul, drink deep at the fountain of realization and know what she is actually made of….
And those promises? Those would matter no more.
For she would have conquered her inner demons by then….
For she would have stopped craving validation by then….
For you, her heart, would have already crowned her ‘The Queen of Life’