By Helen Okereke
With teardrops on my pillow, I struggle in the forest going through a maze. Why is this happening? I can’t stop the tears, neither can I control my fears. I try to hide and smile, but my mask is fallen and I can’t deny. Why is life so hard? Why does pain hurt? I would give anything to go back in time to play with dolls, to have no care in the world and play in the sand.
Unfortunately, that little girl is gone and can’t be resurrected. Who am I? What am I? I look in the mirror but I don’t recognize what I see. Who is that girl with scars, the girl with hurt, the girl with pain? Who is that girl with a broken smile?
I do not recognize her – I search and search but she is nowhere to be found. Where is the girl with the innocent smile, the girl with a happy home and a flawless heart? Right now, I cannot recognize what I see, but the girl in the mirror has no choice – she has to face her battles and fight her fears.
She has to put on her mask and hide from the world; the hurt she feels inside, the loneliness that’s tearing her apart and the sadness that has eaten deep already. She’s on the battle field, yet her defenses are down.
She spots cuts and bruises, she’s growing weary but as she looks up at the setting sun, she is renewed. She picks up her sword and continues the fight and also prays deep within her heart that she survives.