GAE DOVE MADUO

Mountains=Molehills
          October 29, 2015 at 11:29am
           Better still, for you to look me in the eye and say that I should not make my problems yours. Everyone shares the smiles, the laughs and the joy but no one wants a piece of my pain. They say my tears never run dry and my frowns are quite ample. They say they can't dive in my pools or pray in my temple, because my waters are too deep and my choir sings too loud.
          
          Still I choose to stand in the pouring rain, arms crossed having a party for which you took a rain check. All I have are my two arms and guilty thoughts to shower me with pity. Given the chance, I would skip the fake smiles and the charms, get right to the nitty- gritties. You want me to tell you you're beautiful in that dress so that next time you'll do the same for me. Well; no, first you must hear about the molehill that tripped me and climb the mountains with me, because to me they are all the same. It only depends on the angle from which you're looking.

I wear my frown upside down because i like it that way.
          Standing with both feet firmly on the ground; I ain't tripping over today
          I wear my hair in a neat and tight bun, so you think I am no fun,
          But when the music starts blasting; I'll dance until the night is done.

I was never alone. I never believed I was alone. Always there was a nagging, a longing to connect with those who dared to see a world beyond the view in front of their eyes. I knew there were more of us out there just stretching and reaching out, hoping to be affirmed as not alone, but together. Hello Writers!