Life Force✨✨✨✨

FOR GIRLS MADE OF STORMS AND SADNESS

You are monsoon wrapped in the skin of a girl the day your aunt tells you how you must act in front of boys. Girls like you must never look them in the eye.

Don’t forget what happens when boys look in the direction of girls that carry the sky in their eyes and the world weighing down on their shoulders. Girls who have seen great sadness very young look vulnerable, like prey and some men are wolves. They will eat you alive.

You are too hungry inside your own sadness, and when you love, you love like torrential rain – heavy and intense.

You are too soft hearted and hard headed, and she is afraid that many around you can see that as a weakness. Some people will want to feed on the chaos that you call your soul, drain the good from it, leave the confusion for you to handle.

Those are the people you need to run from, but like a magnet, those are the people that attract you the most. It’s as if you are on self destruct mode, unable to stop yourself from falling in love with damaged things, even wild ones that bare teeth to rip you apart when you grow closer to touch them.

The first time you have your heart broken, it is in the rain. You are so much like a big empty dark room full of forgotten things that were once loved too deeply, lit up by the lightning of a thunderstorm. The thing is, he explains, girls like you should be loved completely or not at all, and the truth is, even when you are in pain, you don’t hate him for this.

Actually, his leaving you also left you with the knowledge that you needed before loving him. To walk into that room, turn on the light and love those things inside yourself before anyone else can love them.

The second time you have your heart broken, it is in the rain.

This time, you stand there, letting the water wash over you, and your tears. You are learning from the rain how she never cries or apologizes when she falls.

There will come a morning when you are drinking tea and looking out the window at the rainfall, that you have been looking for answers in the arms of people who want to treat you like you are the sun, but you are not.

And you are finally beginning to realise that carrying the rain under your skin, and the calm before a storm in your eyes is a blessing not a curse.

One night when you are watching a storm, you will understand what she and you have in common. You are both lonely creatures. The difference is that the storm loves her lonely so much that she lets it dance and sing as loudly as she wants, whereas you despise yours. That is the day you learn to love your loneliness.

You are simply in dire need of loving the cyclone, the thunder, the lightning…the dangerous beauty that makes you whole. You are a cyclone 🌀