Rabbit Hearted Girl

July 5, 2018

It’s always confused me.

The way you can look at a small seed plastered with dirt and mud,

and find the time to water and encourage it everyday

while only seeing it as the blossoming flower it will one day become.

Still, you can’t seem to discover the same potential within yourself.

It’s always humored me.

The way you dance in front of others even though you know you can’t dance

you’re always the one beckoning the timid spectators to join you

because you’ve never cared about what others think

But you haven’t been dancing much lately.

It’s always scared me.

The thought of you staying up late at night

fearing that the monster from your closet is on the prowl

or that it is already in your bed

or worse of all, that perhaps you have been the monster all along.

I finally understand

That you have the heart of a rabbit

despite the light I’ve always seen you in

just like the next person you have your own insecurities, fears, and anxieties

and I’ve seen the scars to prove it.

I’m asking you

To obtain the heart of a lion

and develop the courage you need

to look at yourself and see the beautiful flower that’s already in bloom.

I’m telling you

That you are not a monster

but if you need me, I will gladly stand guard by your bedpost with my brightest candle

to scare away whatever demons may be haunting you at night.

And I’m begging you

To just keep dancing for a little while longer.

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