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The Eye Story – Part 1

Her eyes used to be the place I looked in to find innocence.

Her eyes; they were bright with pure,  unadulterated innocence.

But she grew up.

And the more her eyes saw,

The more her innocence fled.

Now,

Her eyes are the place I look in

And experience epiphanies.

She had seen so much

So much that now her eyes tell stories

Stories that she wouldn’t – and couldn’t – share.

Stories that she wishes she never knew.

 

 

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Unstoppable

She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.

“What about you, Maria? What do you want to become in future? “

“I’m not sure yet.  There are just so many options and there are so many things I’d like to be in future. Including becoming a dancer, but I don’t know if it’s possible “

“Why? “

“I’m a bit too old to start dancing now. Most ballet dancers start really young because it takes lot of work, you know. Besides, I don’t know how Mama would react. “

“But it doesn’t really matter, Maria. You’re so capable, I’m sure you can be anything – and everything – you want to be. “

“Are you sure? It seems like such hard work and commitment. I don’t know if I’m able. I don’t know. “

“I’m sure, Maria. And trust me, everything is hard before it’s easy. If you’re sure you want it, and you’re willing to work for it; you’ll be so good, you’ll even amaze yourself. “

Remember, you’re too smart to be the only one standing in your way.

My response to the Daily Prompt Expert.

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Hey!  So this post was meant to be published yesterday, but I’ve had writer’s block for a while now and it was hard to come up with anything then.  My inspiration for this post was Sia’s ‘Unstoppable ‘. It’s a wonderful song, so I hope you guys can check it out sometime.

Thanks a lot for reading ! 

Love, Ima 😘

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Show me how big your brave is

Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is

      – Sara Bareilles, Brave.

 

‘You don’t possibly think that you can become a blogger, do you Maria? ”

“But why not, sis? Why can’t I blog? ”

“Because…. because…… you’re too small! 

“Small? Don’t make me laugh, sis. I might be fifteen but that doesn’t make me too small to blog. There are a lot of bloggers my age, you know. Even younger. ”

“Well, what are you going to blog about then? I don’t mean to be a killjoy, but you have absolutely nothing to give the world. Bloggers are supposed to interesting, live fascinating lives and be social, and certainly not introverted like you. ”

“Those are just stereotypes. I don’t have to be all that to be a blogger! I’m perfectly fine the way I am. ”

“Well, I think you’ll be a mediocre blogger then.  Because you’ll have nothing to offer. ”

“Me? Mediocre? I won’t be mediocre! ”

“Really, Maria? How are you so sure? ”

“I won’t be mediocre because I won’t let myself be! Instead, I’ll put my heart and soul into this and I’ll make sure it works out in the end. ”

“How can you be so certain that it’ll work out? ”

“Because anything – and everything – is possible. You just wait and see. I’ll make sure it works out. ”

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Hey y’all!  I don’t know how many of you would be able to relate, but this post just outlines all the internal battles I had to fight before I started blogging. So I want to say a really really big thank you to everyone who took out of their time to open my blog and read any of my posts. It means so much to me and you guys are the main reason why I still blog.  Thank you so much 💋💋

                                                                                                Kisses, Ima 😘

 

 

No Scars

There’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark
You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are
And you don’t have to change a thing
The world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Alessia Cara, Scars to your Beautiful

‘What would you like to be in future,  Maria? ‘

‘A moon, ma’am. ‘

‘What,  Maria? What did you just say? ‘

‘A moon,  I said.  To look small, yet to be truly mighty.  To be a channel of light,  when everything seems so gloomy and dark. To be a sign of hope to people on their darkest days. That’s what I would like to be. ‘

‘Well, I certainly can’t argue with that, Maria. But, tell me something,  how exactly do you plan on becoming a moon? ‘

‘Honestly, ma’am, I don’t know.  But I’m sure I’ll be one someday. ‘

‘How is that? ‘

‘Well,  because the moon and I have something in common. We were both made by God. So I know that I’m capable of anything. Even if it’s to become a moon.  Because God makes me capable.’

‘But won’t you have to be a certain way to become something as special as a moon? ‘

‘No,  ma’am. I’m just perfect the way I am. ‘

‘Really,  Maria? Are you sure?’

‘Mmm hmm. I’m perfect because everything God makes is nothing less than perfect. There are no scars to my perfection’.

Moon

 

Nope, Not Anymore

‘It’s Friday night,  Maria. You’ve got to follow us out tonight. ‘

‘Maria,  I’m sure you’ll be fine.  It’s only for a drink or two ‘.

Maria looked at her friends with reluctance. She wanted to go. Badly.  But she knew she shouldn’t. It’s been two months since she got out of rehab and the last thing she wanted was to have to return there because of another relapse.

But she wanted to believe that she could actually go out and have a drink without becoming addicted again.  But it was a lie.  And for someone who had gone to rehab more times than she wished to admit,  she knew it too well.

‘Guys,  I don’t know if I can. I don’t….. ‘

‘Really,  Maria? Not even for tonight? ‘

‘You’ll have fun. You know you would. ‘

‘Come on,  get dressed already. We don’t want to be late. The bar’s entrance gets closed at 10.’

Maria bowed her head.  Perhaps she should give in just for today.  After all, she wouldn’t have to drink, would she?  Or maybe she’ll have JUST one drink.

No no no, there’s no way she’s considering this.  She knew exactly what would happen; one drink would lead to another, she’ll get drunk and by tomorrow,  she’ll be drowned in her own shame.  She didn’t want to deal with that. She didn’t want to carry this problem with her.   Not when she finally began making progress.

Besides,  she had promised God-and herself – that she would never go back to that mess.

‘I can’t ‘.

‘But,  Maria-‘

‘No, I just can’t ‘

Carry

Climbing from rock-bottom

She held the cigarette in her right palm

It had seemed foreign until now

She shouldn’t do this; hadn’t done it in a long while,  but she couldn’t find the strength to stop.

She reached out for the lighter,  her fingers trembling as she drew closer.

‘You don’t have to’, a low,  small voice pleaded.

‘But you can’t help it’, a louder voice said.  ‘You’re addicted. It’s a matter of fact. ‘

With the lighter now in her hand, she flicked the flame on and off. Her heart began pounding from the war raging in her head.

She felt dizzy,  yet she managed to keep herself steady; the flames from the lighter gradually forming a haze. The lighter was dangerously close to the cigarette, but the cigarette had not been lit.

‘Just do it already,  you can’t – you won’t – go back now’

‘You can; you haven’t done it yet.  Stop now. ‘

‘You can’t stop. Do it. ‘

‘You can.  Stop. ‘

‘You can’t. ‘

‘You can. ‘

‘Do it.’

‘Don’t. ‘

‘Do it.’

‘Stop. ‘

‘Do it.’

With a strength that was far beyond her, she threw the lighter down. The cigarette just seemed to follow suit.

Her body was too weak to stay up,  so she fell back to her bed,  all her strength seeping from her body. She couldn’t even cry. Or laugh.  It was too complicated.