There’s a ghost of a girl who haunts me sometimes.
She’s funny. She’s fearless. She’s sometimes goofy, but confident in her goofyness. She doesn’t worry if she spelled goofyness correctly. If it’s not a real word she’s even more delighted.
She’s not bold, but she knows herself.
She rests comfortably in the fact that she is loved. She has a heavenly father who cares for her and who is working for her good. She can trust in that.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s ofttimes lonely. She can be comfortable in her loneliness, too. Solitude isn’t all bad.
This ghost isn’t perfect, though. She fights depression and doubts herself often. She desires to be loved by a boy, but keeps pulling her heart back. She’s not quite trusting.
She’s never quite content with herself. She expects perfection.
The ghost breezes by. She hasn’t been here in awhile, but sometimes, when the rain drip-drip-drips outside, she remembers.
What she was, she can be again. What she left behind can be regained. The gray hair may not disappear, but that young girl is still inside, waiting to be released. She only has to awaken.
It’s time to wake up.
It’s time for the Five Minute Friday challenge again. Write for only 5 minutes (with a little grace thrown in sometimes), but no major editing, fixing, perfecting. This week’s Five Minute Friday prompt is She.