The Girl In White

Once upon a time in a far away land, there lived a girl who had no voice.  She dreamt of being heard.  In her dreams, she was a poet who performed in the theater.  Her words were like silk.  She could spin a tale to knock the audience on their butts.  On a chilly winters night, the crowd shuffled in.  They passed her as though she was not there.  The lights dimmed, the curtain opened, and she appeared in a white gown.  The light illuminated her like the angel she beholds in her heart.  People thought how can she stand there in front of the microphone if she can’t speak?  Then all her dreams came true as she opened her lips to hear her voice for the first time.  It was the voice of an angel.  The poem in the girl’s mind was nothing like the poem in other’s minds.  The poem in real life is not always what it should be.  The words of the angel were not what she dreamt.  The world is a tough place, and she loves the softness in life.  The sharp edges often cut to the bone.  The poem that she holds is not the poem she shared.  She tries to tell them, but they don’t speak her language.  They listen,  they look, they whisper behind hands.  They wonder what she says.  They look, and wonder are those even words at all?The poem is one of love, of life, of growing, of aging, and of death.  This I believe is the most important tale of all.  It’s a tragedy to fall on deaf ears.  The audience is bewildered to what the meaning is, though they sit, wait, and wonder.  The lights come on, she takes a bow to still have no one understand her silken poem of life.  The dream fades, she stirs in her bed to awaken in the world as she has always been- silent.

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