A person special to me wrote me this story to try and cheer me up. It made me cry but at the same time lifted some of the weight off my shoulders, making me feel like a human being again. So as a thank you, I really want to share it for anyone in my situation to read. Thank you.
Once upon a time there was a girl. This girl was very special, unique you might say. In many ways then one.
People looked at the girl and saw a happy young buttercup prancing through the streets of life. Everybody saw the girl, but nobody saw the girl. Nobody saw the whirlwind, the intense force flowing like a hurrican inside of this little girls head. A storm so powerful the girl often more than not felt out of control and on the verge of being taken away by this horrible storm.
As the people laughed and smiled and exchanged small talk and empty words, the little girl grew more and more anxious that she would be left alone with these terrible winds. And one day…. the winds they came for her. With a crash the little girl was sent into a daze her head spinning so fast she lost it!
What had happened to the little girls head and why was it spinning so, she thought? All she knew is she wanted to storm to be gone. So the little girl looked and she looked until eventually she found her head and the storm still within it.
She sat there crying for hours and hours, hopeless that she would ever feel her head steady again. When all of the little girls tears were used up, she realised something. Her head was spinning with the storm…. ‘so if the winds are going against me’ she thought, 'why can’t they go with me?’.
In a split second without further contemplation the little girl ran to her head… picked it up, felt the storm arising, more powerful than ever before and she let go of her body sending her whole essence into a whirlwind. She took off and flew higher than she had ever been able to imagine.
But the whirlwind was no longer a storm in this little girls head, no. It was a hurricane of beauty and understanding. The people stood in anquish, wondering what had made the little girl take off so brightly. Only to find she had grasped the essence of being and was traveling with the winds of life and the people fell into a gaze, unaware of their own demise, being grounded by the storms they let lead them into the cellars of their own fears.
She had surpassed them. There were no need for masks anymore.
She was free from her demons as soon as she realised those demons were angels going in the other direction.
Having grasped this power the little girl snuck back into society, living among the people who had never flown. Feeling peaceful that she was special.
She found the storm and she had conquered the winds.
If only the world had more of these little girls… but only one wind whispered her name that day.
She walk among us they say.
She’s just invisble to the blind.
I know she’s there though.
I’ve seen her. and she burns bright.
