She sat on her window sill, watching the sky tire from its long day while her thoughts swam with the wind.  Thoughts of ways to feed the hungry and movements that could help protect the Earth.  Her mind was a butterfly that flew from flower to flower in a graceless dance.  Her mental conversation turned to curing the thirst of dehydrated children and people who need jobs or they would soon lose their homes.  Her thoughts were contaminated with the poison of corrupt governments and politicians’ empty promises.  Her young mind was in a maze of troubles and chaos.

            She tilted her head as she wondered about her own issues that went untended.  She kept the weight of countless fears and secrets on her shoulders.  Feeling like she was about to be squished like a bug underneath the Earth’s weight, she sighed longingly at the idea of peace of mind.  The mumblings of her problems and secrets reached her from the dark depths of her mind.  She contemplated who to trust with her heart.  So far, she felt like everyone she had touched had broken it, some with the intent of doing so, some without.  Thoughts of her suicidal and ever depressing state of being tangled itself in her consciousness.  Her secrets of believing in a different religion and sexual preferences entrapped their voices in the ears of her mind.

            She looked out the window, once more imagining the peacefulness of no thought.  She grew jealous of the ones who claimed to not think.  For all she felt she did was think.

            The soft patter of light rain hit her ears and she sighed, remembering when she used to go out and play in the rain with not a worry in the world.

            Claustrophobia kicked in as she started to feel trapped and encased in societies claws of rules, silent and loud.  She feared no one would welcome or care for her.  She recalled the horrors of stories told of ones who did tell their secrets.  She did not want those unfortunate incidences happening to her, but she felt she could no longer bare the weight of her world alone.

            But worst yet, she feared no one would understand.

            She would learn with time that she can trust people and that there were people who believe the way she does and felt the way she feels.  She would learn that the weight of the world isn’t on her shoulders and that the worldly problems she thought of were not hers to solve.  She learned that it is okay to show your difference because no two people are exactly the same.  She learned to be proud of who she is, not ashamed.  But most importantly, she learned that she’s not alone.

            I know this because I am her.  I realize now that I was never alone.  I only had the illusion that I was.  And if you don’t believe me now, just push through what is going on now and wait to experience the good in life.  For a life that only promises good times is not a life to live.