She is Every Woman

She longs for a time, that exact moment when she knew the world was different. She understood only that her world was changing but she never knew how changed it would make her. She desires to go back. Go back to when it was all so simple. Before that moment she knew nothing but living. She dressed in the mornings and ran out to the day waiting to greet her. Rainy days couldn’t make her sad because it was only rain. When she was by herself she was not lonely but free to think and just be. When she was outside in the presence of the sun she took advantage of every ray that fell upon her face. She loved. Loved everything in sight and all the people around her, and they loved her back. Nobody depended on her and nobody judged her. Nobody expected anything great from her; she felt no pressure. She was a child.

Now she is grown and longs for at least one day to be innocent and free. She never meant to get rid of that innocent freedom she possessed. Who took it from her? She was only a girl, just trying to soak up the world around her and enjoy life, but instead the world took advantage of her eagerness to live. They took a piece of her away with every bit of knowledge she consumed. They chipped away at her soul, leaving her feeling a sort of emptiness that she thought only the world could return to her. How did it happen? She only wanted to grow up and experience the world and take advantage of all it had to offer, but now she realizes the world was in fact the only thing that wouldn’t allow her to gain any experience at all. They lied to her telling her she would become mature and smart and pretty and well liked by all. She started depending on the world to feel good instead of just living in it, thriving on every detail thrown her way. She did so much in fact that she is more helpless now than the child she was before. As a child her eyes were open to possibilities and now they are open to knowledge and experience she thinks she could have done without. Now she depends on the people around her to acquire that happiness that used to come so easy to her. People depend on her now as well so she puts others lives in front of her own, leaving her wondering what it was she wanted to be when she grew up. And she’s grown up. This isn’t what she chose is it? Who is she? She is every woman out there right now recapping her life up until this point wanting to move forward but not sure in which direction to take a step. She is every woman out there who feels there is that tiny bit of innocent freedom left that she clings onto so tightly hoping she has a chance. She is every woman with an old dream. She is every woman looking for a change. She is every woman.