The sun cast a ray of warmth onto her skin, it felt wonderful to appreciate it after hiding for so long. A trail of past memories flashed across her mind. As if each cell of her body recalled the moments she refused to mention. She had always sensed the broken in her , but delving into it was never an option. She feared her differences, her heartaches…Loss meant she was different. Somewhere very deep in her heart loss meant she will constantly lose battles. She wished she had known before that loss never defines us and that mistakes are bound to happen with anyone.
Being different meant that the people she had chosen to be around her at that time would pick on her. So she remained in a closed box fearing to say anything , or move in ways that made others uncomfortable. Remaining quiet in the box was safer, it meant her ideas would never be criticized. It meant she could lay low and remain in a place she felt she was needed.
Until one day it dawned on her, she had done everything right according to them. She had been there through their tribulations, but the second the waves got higher she stood alone. The winds of loneliness and despair fluttered in front of her glistening eyes, while she stood at a crossroad where many had stood before. She could either close her heart and shut off completing a cycle that she had learned from her old hangouts. Or she could simply open her heart and listen to what it had to say and re-kindle a long lost passion.