Skipping Stones... Turn to Stepping Stones... Turn to...
I've been skipping from one stepping stone to the other for over a year now, trying despretly not to fall in the water... as if I'm the Wicked Witch of the West and it will burn my skin if I let it near me. The only problem is, the more careful I've tried to be, the more often my foot has seemed to slip, causing me to fall into the shallow pool of unknown feelings and confusions. Everytime, I thrash around screaming and gasping for air, feeling the skin melt off my body in a very painfully slow manner.
I'm so busy losing control, panicing about it all that it's never occured to me that it dosen't really sting. The waters actually quite nice, and very inviting. I just need to watch my surroundings, I can't just dive in and float deeper and deeper into nothing, I'll drown, and I don't think anyone can bring me back again. I fear my foot will catch hold of that underground tree and no one will pull me up the next time.
One toe at a time, I have time... I should use it to my advantage.
The reflection seems to have changed as well. It isn't the scared little girl with tears streaming down her face, still waiting for someone to return her stolen "My Perfect Life Barbie" to her... she's glowing and she's all grown up. Maybe a little too grown up... but she's happy.. or almost at least, defintly on her way to greener pastures.
The water's begging for me to play in it... I think maybe, just one more splash in respect of the little girl that will always be somewhere in my heart.
Here goes, 3..2..1 and she's off.
I'm so busy losing control, panicing about it all that it's never occured to me that it dosen't really sting. The waters actually quite nice, and very inviting. I just need to watch my surroundings, I can't just dive in and float deeper and deeper into nothing, I'll drown, and I don't think anyone can bring me back again. I fear my foot will catch hold of that underground tree and no one will pull me up the next time.
One toe at a time, I have time... I should use it to my advantage.
The reflection seems to have changed as well. It isn't the scared little girl with tears streaming down her face, still waiting for someone to return her stolen "My Perfect Life Barbie" to her... she's glowing and she's all grown up. Maybe a little too grown up... but she's happy.. or almost at least, defintly on her way to greener pastures.
The water's begging for me to play in it... I think maybe, just one more splash in respect of the little girl that will always be somewhere in my heart.
Here goes, 3..2..1 and she's off.