I feel forced to think of my life as a huge bowl.
A bowl in which I'm inside of trying to get out of.
I've been forced to find myself sinking in this imaginary bowl or sometimes soaking like a fish.
I saw people climbing out of my exact bowl. I saw people getting in my fish bowl too.
I knew I wanted to be out of it.
I knew I needed to be on the outside of this bowl.
I could hear the voices saying "just keep swimming".
My fins were tired.
My heart was to small to continue.
I knew if I gave up now there would be no story to tell.
There would be no one that could tell my story like I would.
I was in the bowl trying to get out.
No one to rescue me but me.
She kept swimming.
One day she got out.
Love
Jasmine P.
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