My Story

When I go home

I walked towards the bright, blue sky

I'm going to touch the sky, I thought.

I caressed the light-hearted, yellow flowers as I continued on my path

The sweet memories of being a young child flooded my mind;

Every Friday night, there was a sweet older lady, who was covered with different prints and patterns meshed into one, selling chocolate. She would save my specific flavor every time. I'd run up to her and she would genuinely ask about my day and school. I always shrugged it off because I was too overly excited over the chocolate bar.

 Every day after school, I would sit in the backyard and talk to my imaginary friend. We would collect rocks and sort them by size, color, and shape. Sometimes, I'd break the "rules" because some rocks were just too unique and I didn't want them to be alone so I made them into families. 

I used to plant sunflowers as I was completely fascinated by nature. I didn't realize that humans were much like flowers: needing to be taken care of, constantly hydrated, nourished, loved. I didn't realize that one bad storm can ruin the beauty of life, of nature. 

I used to run to the shore and yell at the ocean for being weak. I never ran away from any of my fears. I wanted the ocean to consume me. Maybe then, I would return home.

I walked toward the bright, blue sky.

I know it's not my time to go, Sir.

I know I have a lot more candles to light up along the way.

I know I have to love deeper than the ocean, be the rock for all those who need it, and provide kindness in different ways as unique as people are.

I know I have to cherish those around me and nourish them as though they were my flowers.

I know why I'm here in this cruel, selfish place

And although, I know I cannot change those around me nor do I wish to have such control,

I will try my hardest to love with all my heart because I know that people deserve joy,

people deserve peace,

people deserve to be safe in a place where no soul is judged.

No matter how many voices try to convince me that I'm wasting my time on certain people,

I will not budge. 

I will not budge despite my heart breaking in a million pieces because maybe then I'll be able to provide parts of me in sections.

Maybe then, I'll be able to give pieces of my own heart for people to carry along their path.

When people walk through the darkness of their minds, I hope they would look up at the stars and know that I'll be there to guide them along the way:

a home they can stay when the days go grey.

I looked at the sky once more;

Sir, 

when I go home, 

I would like to have made an impact on this world for these people. 

Until then, 

I will stay until that day arrives.