Golden

Usually she sits with her head bowed between her knees, shying away from the world. Usually she allows melancholy to slide into her sunny days and change the weather. Usually she buries her face and doesn't look up when she walks among strangers because she is scared that she will be judged, that she will be looked at differently. She knows that they will look at her differently anyway, and yet, she lets that steal her joy.

Slowly, she raises her head and does not see the dark monsters who once hovered over her. She does not see the shadows that promised to surround her for the rest of her life as if they would bring her peace. No, she does not see the shades of disappointment and disaster that form from the trees that were once perfect and green. She lifts her head, and for sure, things have changed.

There are more colors now, colors she had seen and hadn't seen before. There are flowers of possibilities all around her, waiting for her to pick them and take their fruits, plant them and shower them with her love and patience. For the first time, she looks up and is surprised by all that she had been missing out. That divine beauty that she chose to replace with mud and darkness.

The sky is blue and the trees are greener, but that's not the beauty of it yet. The sky changes color and the trees change color too. A small smile creeps up on her face and a ray of dazzling light is shot out from her heart into her surroundings. She's freed. She's brave. She's strong.

As she rises, so do the flowers and the butterflies that were once resting around her. They feel her energy and she feels theirs, now they move in harmony. It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful place to be.

She's well aware of the scars on her body, those inside as well. She's well aware of the flaws that drip from her skin, nothing but gold. She's well aware of the insecurities that hold her hostage in her own body, prisoner. But the golden rays from her sun that glow directly onto her skin and reflect from the centre of her heart overpowered everything that could ever harm her and spread nothing but love. This is what she had been waiting for.

She feels the earth below her become one with her, what a day it is to be alive. All around her, the universe smiles at her, not because she is special or not because she grew up in poverty, no. The universe smiles at her, and she then smiles back at the universe because for the first time, she has been able to understand that she rules her own world. She decides what she chooses to feel and not to feel, and she decides where she will go. All along, the universe had only been guiding her, hoping that she will realise her power.

The golden sun sets on her melanin and a crazy burst of colors emerge from her face and body, what a goddess she is. Something has changed, and now that she is standing up straight and high, she remembers that feeling of being in control and failing forward. How wonderful it is.

Suddenly, a small garbage bag falls out of nowhere and changes the atmosphere. It wants to take away the beauty of the field before her as it threatens to spill and wreck everything that is pastoral infront of her, but she refuses. She takes the garbage, ties it well and digs a hole for it where it won't come out again, and then she covers it will the soil that dances together with her and then flowers blossom on it right away. Just like that, it's gone and she awaits the next bag of garbage that might try and steal this beautiful place that she has created for herself, because now she knows how she can get rid of it.

With the smile on her face sweeter and broader, she walks off into the golden hour. The warm soil feeling like home, and right there she realises that she could always call upon this day, that soil and everything would be okay, she would always get her power back.

And so she did, the next day and the day after that.

love, the golden child.

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