Rat Race

She stood up and walked to the mirror

Desperately looking for herself, where had she gone, was it all an error?

Faint, fragile, void settled in her realm. Filling her being with nothingness that tuned into terror.

Wast it just a moment of panic, she asked herself, as she felt staleness consume her.

She did miss those moments of plain joyful stillness.

Moments where there was no need to please, to convince or even impress.

Only if she could find an escape from herself. A recess!

She looked deeper into herself.

Looking at her face,

It all felt out of place.

Eager to keep up with the pace,

She lost who she was in this rat race.

Funny how even the tears and sweat didn't calm all the fears.

Foes and fears that were justified.

But perhaps shouldn't be gratified.

After all she had given it her all, putting it all at the first place.

The air tightened up around her, where was she being led?

Were all these steps leading to nowhere land, invalid?

When did she even become timid?

When did the lil fire dim so low to become a fading memory?

A memory far from how she envisioned her new reality to be.

No longer vivid.

Plainly livid.

She longed for the time she was so sure, so lucid.....

But what is there to look forward to, if you don't throw yourself in the deep and learn how to swim?

What is there to look forward to if you don't jump off the cliff and learn how to fly young girl?

Dress: The Fix (made in South Africa for the win)

Jacket: YDE (Amber)

Thigh High Socks: Woolworths

Boots: Cotton On

Hat: Mr Price

Jewelry: The Fix