There She Sits

There she sits . . .

Some say she cared too little, some say she cared too much; but in her mind at least they said she cared. Some say she was their hero, some say she was their villain; but in her mind at least she was something to them. Some say she was too loud, some say she was too quiet; but in her mind at least she was heard. Some say she was too open-hearted, some say her heart was too closed off; but in her mind at least they knew she had a heart. Some say she knew where she was going, some say she had lost her way; but in her mind at least they know she was going somewhere . . .

There she sits . . .

Knowing where she's going, but so completely lost. Running on a schedule in a land that time has all but forgotten. So much on her heart to share, but absolutely no one to share it with. A heart with such determination, and yet short the drive required to tap into it. A thousand brilliant words to say, but mute to her own power. Having lost some treasures, but rendered oblivious to all she has gained. A life full of obvious hope, and yet blind to all before and behind her. A mind overflowing with knowledge, but having no idea how to utilize or control it . . .

There she sits . . .

Well within reach, but no one can touch her. In a crowd, but on her own. Breathing in and out, but holding her breath for the next wave. Open, but fenced off. Desperate for a hug, but so cold and prickly. Boldly facing the storm set before her, but so frightened she cries alone . . .

There she sits . . .

In a complete state of confusion and despair but clinging desperately to the one notion she knows has never forsaken her . . . has never lead her astray . . . has never shown her contempt . . . has never abandoned her . . .

There she sits . . .

Loving her friends, loving her enemies, loving her family, loving her strengths, loving her weaknesses, loving her insight, loving her confusion, but then she realizes that these all encompass one single thing, the thing that sometimes she wishes she could run from, one thing she could abandon . . . loving her God and loving her life . . .

There she sits . . .

On her own, but someone whispers something into her heart . . . something she will never forget, something she will never understand, something she will hold in her heart, something she will shout to the world, something so soft, something so strong, something ageless, something perfect . . .

There she stands . . .

In truth, in light, arms out stretched, heart abandoned, ears shut to lies, eyes open to truth, tired of the possible, longing for the impossible . . .

There she stands . . .

There she realizes . . .

There she knows . . .

There she proclaims . . .

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