*Just a little something I wrote*
A shimmer of light penetrates through the darkness, as I stand solo in the center of the room. My heart is hammering and the adrenaline propels through my body. The peaceful music enters the silence; slowly my arms, torso and finally feet begin to move. Through each motion my mind begins to real, “Is this right?” “Do I look awkward?” or “Does everyone like my style, are they bored?” These are the words playing in my head.
Thoughts are a continuous action. Everyone is thinking, of anything and everything. However, sometimes people use their thoughts to worry about other people’s lives. They charge people that they don’t even know with false accusations, and begin to treat them differently because of them. They use this accusation against the person, and don’t get to know who they really are. Knowing that I am guilty of this deed, I begin to become self conscious of what others think of me, and take care with what I say and do.
When meeting new people, I am always putting on a very protective shield guarding myself. When I feel secure that I will be accepted, the shield comes off, until needed again. This safety could take weeks, or even years to overcome. Even with the shield off, a part of me continues to hide behind a mask. This mask plays the role of my comfort blanket. It keeps me guarded from people’s brutal words.
“Sticks and Stones may break my bones your words will never hurt me.” This statement may be influential, but it is not entirely true. You may not physically be hurt by people’s words, but mentally it tears people up. The soul is very delicate, if at all threatened, or spoiled, it may never heal again.
My soul is becoming stronger, and my vision, and values of me are strengthening as I reflect what truly matters. If I keep trying to please everyone around me, than I will never be pleasing myself. What truly matters is how I feel about myself, and not what others assume about me. If people don’t get to know me, cause of their thoughts, than that’s their loss not mine. It is time for me to defy against people’s thoughts, they are neither my business nor my concern.
I am standing solo in the middle of the dim lighted room. The hum penetrates the quiet room of people. My feet, torso, and finally arms flow to the rhythm of the peaceful music. My soul is one with the melody, and the floor glides with my feet. Everyone around me is but a chameleon with the wall. It’s as if I am dancing in my own little world where nothing matters and I am one with the tune. My heart is light and I am finally defying the gravity of each person’s heavy thoughts. I’m me.
