I look in the mirror, and all I see is a girl who is frustrated.
Trying to make the best out of what she has;
the best of the life she lives,
the life that was given to her.
Trying to keep her sanity and be happy.
She fights constantly.
Everyday is another 'World War Me.'
I see a girl who keeps holding onto hope.
The hope that she found in Christ.
But the world around her keeps fighting that, causing her to lose grip.

So many times she was about to let go.
There were times when she did and in these times, she flew.
She soared;
Like an eagle.
But it wasn't her.
It was that non-settling Spirit of God which resides in her, which keeps her from falling.
And she was so thankful that so many times, she was so close to crashing but He saved her.

She keeps holding on.
Sometimes it hurts to hold on.
Sometimes it is painful.
She just wished that it could be easier sometimes.
Because sometimes, all she could do is cry.
Sometimes, she just wants to give up, crash and fall.
But He won't let her.
She doesn't know what to do.

Most times when she smiles, she hides so many tears behind it.
She just want to be happy...
again.
She just wants peace.
She doesn't know if that is even possible .
To crash and fall...
To crash...

Photo taken by: Omar Frederick


But I guess she has been looking at her life, her situation, from the wrong perspective.
I guess it's time for her to remove that pessimistic glare from her eyes, and put on her optimism shades.
Because honestly, hanging on with her own strength is not enough and is not worth it.
Eventually, she will let go.
She needs to live her life soaring.
Not hanging in there.
Fly, pretty girl.
Fly.