There once was a girl

There once was a girl who spoke too fast
Who ate too fast
Who trusted too fast

The girl searched aimlessly over the spectrum of the earth for something she did not know.

Just as she felt like she couldn’t drag her feet for more than another step the girl met a boy.
He saw her as an in interesting creature that captivated him. It was not long before she found herself anticipating for the moment in which she could rush to his arms to be with him because the two were both broken souls.
He grew up without a mother and a father who was absent most of his life. The girl too had had a rough past. She convinced herself that he was different,
for he was the only one who had put a stop to her spiraled dive into the unforgiving soil of Earth.

Her surroundings were soon painted with bright colors that splashed along the walls, that colored even the gloomiest corners of her fissured heart.

The girl could not recall when she had last felt such a strong nostalgia of hope that encompassed her chest and every inch of her being.
Her dreams were coming to be reality, a sliver of heaven ascending to her world in the form of a foreign boy who would hug her,
who would listen,
heal her with his therapeutic kisses,
make murky impurities drown away as he stared into the mysteries of her eyes that held the unspoken truth of her past.
This was her new home.
She soaked her aching body in the pleasure she felt of belonging,
but infidelity soon knocked on the chambers of his heart.
He broke the girl past a console.

Where would she go now? Where would she run? Who would ease her troubles, for the boy who had obtained the title of her pain eraser had left her an even bigger gapping puncture in her heart.

She fell apart and everything once again came crumbing into a hazardous heap on the side of the road.

The girl ran to the place she last expected herself to resort.

There she was, standing in front of her small blue house, the one with the minute barking dog, and the two tiny trees in the front. It was here that she discovered her mother wrapped in her familiar lilac scent, standing on the porch, and it was her mother who locked the girl in her familiar loving embrace and that girl… She cried.

Because this was what she had desired most; to feel the love and security of home. At that moment she became that little girl again who saw the world in all its beautiful arrays of colors and she was home.

It is love that holds the freedom of my soul.

There once was a girl

cheeks

Joined October 2009

Artist's Description

Thank you for reading. It was all raw emotions. I wanted to pour out some feelings that I had been keeping in for quite some time. I thought Redbubble was just the right place to vent. Comments/ feedback -greatly appreciated :) Thanks

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