I spent most of my years
waiting for that day you would tell me how proud you were of me.
But that day never came and
I got tired of waiting.
Why mother? Why can´t you
see?
There´s so much beauty, so
much content inside of my head, inside of my veins... And it does come out,
maybe not the way you would like, maybe not the way you would expect… But it
does. It´s there. All you have to do is look. Look closer. Look deeper, and you´ll
see who I really am. What I´m really made of.
And then, one day, I simply
realized that someone even more important, was actually paying attention.
The only one who could
really make a difference.
I finally realized, I was
proud of myself.
And even if the whole world
was not ready to notice it, it finally hit me.
As every person who’s ahead
of their time, all I had to do was keep being who I was. Keep up with the work
and be patient. My day on this world was yet to come.
Maybe not in human years, maybe
not…
But my soul will live
forever! I´ll find my place, my time.
I will be, all I can be…
M.
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