Im just a damsel, coincidentally destined with distress. And I think I’ll start writing.
I don’t speak not because I’m afraid but because in my mind is a chaos of thoughts..never to be fathomed into one decent idea. I hate to watch people believe in impossibilities but when I talk and tell them that life IS full of possibilities, I don’t want the fingers to be pointed at me when the man jumps off the bridge believing he could fly. I refuse to share a piece of my complexity for it may be too dull that no one would ever stay and hear me out.
I am not deaf to society’s pleads for help and peace. It’s just that I don’t want to start agreeing with everything that it just comes down to me believing in nothing at all. I know that people suffer from poverty. I know that world hunger is a huge problem. I know that global warming is buzzing everyone around. I am aware, but I don’t want to speak.
I don’t want to join a bandwagon of people sharing and liking photos on Facebook praying and hoping that each like and share can suddenly modify its cyber molecules and turn into food that can feed the poor or shelter that can save the homeless or medicine that could save the dying.
I dont want to be a mindless zombie trying to follow the trends of society..simply looking out for where the meat and brains are.
Instead, I want to take action. Because people often judge words before they see the kind of action these words may come to. I want to help. And maybe I can. And I don’t have to speak. I’ll let my hands dive into society’s vast ocean of malfunctioning brains and plant seeds upon them.
I’ll stop laying around the couch and maybe run a marathon to save cancer kids. I’ll turn off my lights for the Earth hour stuff. Maybe even donate my old stuff to charities. I could maybe study more so that one day I won’t be one of those Filipinos that go abroad thinking they’re modern day heroes by bringing dollars back to the country..maybe I’ll stay and share in the burden of my country. Dear reader, I know it sounds cliche..something one would write to win an essay contest. And for a 16-year old its far too impossible. But who says it can’t come true?
Dear reader, I want to be a someone someday. I think I’ll start by believing and taking a step forward. Are you with me?
..and he stole me.
Why is it that life teaches us to run so fast before it can ever slow down. So that on the days when we finally get the hang of it, life ruins us. We trample. We crash. We burn.
I am not your Cinderella. I don’t fit the shoe. But you loved me anyway. Because like Sleeping Beauty, I was a maiden stuck in my dreams, never to be touched by reality, and never to be messed with by nightmares of horrible creatures. But you showed me the beauty of the world. You let me take a bite of the apple..like Snow White did. You watched me sink my teeth into the vast impossibilities of the universe before you told me it all contained poison. YOU LIAR.
And when I realized my stupidities, you watched me wrap myself in fear and lock myself up in the tower. Then you called upon me. “Oh fair damsel of the wretched tower, let down your hair for I shall show you the stars tonight.”
For all we thought it was a night of valor… I let you in… but you left right after I fell. YOU CHEATER.
And so now outside my castle is a dragon for one to be brave enough to defeat. But more importantly, it protects me from all the unworthy knights of your kind. Please dear one, I am fragile and I can only take so little cracks before my mind tells me to grab the blade.
All love ever did was break and burn and end.
So dear love who claims he can love me more, will you slay the dragon, will you save me- a damsel in distress?