Stranger To Herself
Stranger to Herself
Who is this stranger? This weirdo? She never knew herself. Floating through the world one day at a time. Everything is mind-ending. A catastrophe. Feeling everything that occurs, as if at any moment the most wonderful thing could happen and then CRASH! Life stops, it all stands still. Disaster has struck once again. Climb the mountain, reach the peak, and then tumble to the bottom only to have to climb again. No matter the obstacle the summit of the next is reached.
What is challenging to most is boring. Easily achieved. Confidence……non-existent. Was she successful? Loved or well-liked? How do others perceive her?
She never found her place. She died alone not knowing her beauty and her grace.
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