And so the story goes
This girl she rose
From counting petals
On dirty floors
To writing her story
From tower doors
She grew loud
And quiet
Kept away
No longer slave
To what could be
Or how she could
Make the story bleed
From written words
To truth she told
Her story bold
I saw the world
From the eyes of a misfit girl
Full of limitations, disappointments, fear
But then, my eyes were widened
To a pop
And the world spilled out some truth
So, I took notice
And I saw the world
And how it measured
Truth is:
It wasn’t fitting
It was missing
It was lost
And gone forever
When I saw this
I lost the
Girl
I lost the girl
And the world
From the eyes of a misfit girl
He stared forward. Unbroken focus and serious eyes meant I had better listen.
UNFORGETABLE would be his next words.
The conversation felt more vital to my existence than air.
Become a legend and leave a legacy.
That’s all that consumed my thoughts at one point in my life.
Now restore swirled around, above, below, and within my heart.
What need I restore anyway? I didn’t know. I only knew something need to be brought back to a better state.
His question broke the air,
“Are you prepared to die for it?”
The question hung in the air like a bird soaring toward a tumultuous wave of water.
The bird broke through the water, grabbed its prey and soared forward–a majestic and graceful victory.
“Yes.”
I said slowly with a pounding heart.
His response caught me off guard,
“Okay. Good. I’m just making sure you know where you’re going.”
“I know where I’m going.”
Embrace the discomfort, I thought.
“I look at these young men and women and I confess the tears trickle down my cheeks and I bow in humble praise to God that He kept me from walking away from a calling that at times was painful and frustrating.”
– Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
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