There once was a girl who everyone thought was brave.
They admired her as she went off on strange adventures.
They complimented her on her zest for life.
She had the eyes of a warrior and a heart made of clay.
Every night she would go to a hidden cave near a small pond.
She would stare at her reflection screaming, ‘save me’. Never liking who she would see.
Every night her tears of anger caused the pond to grow.
Soon the pond turned into a lake which turned into an ocean.
The townspeople had no idea how this was Happening but they didn’t care to find out.
The brave girl didn’t look so brave anymore.
She looked tired.
Those warrior eyes had turned to coal. Her clay heart that was so beautifully molded had shattered.
No one could understand what happened to someone so beautiful.
The brave girl was fighting a battle that no one could see.
No one could understand the suffering that was hidden from their judgmental eyes.
One day this old wise man came into town. The sight of him stopped everyone in their tracks.
People were looking for facts but couldn’t explain the tidal wave of emotions that overcame them.
The brave girl hid in her cave beside the ocean. Crying for someone to save her.
The old man heard her cry and walked to the entrance of the cave.
He called out to her and said, ‘why do you need to be saved?’
The brave girl calmly looked up and answered, ‘ Because I am ugly inside and out. I have made too many mistakes. I don’t deserve the title I have been given by the townspeople.’
The old man moved closer to her. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at this beautiful creature so torn apart. His heart cried out for hers that had been so broken.
While tears streamed down his face he asked, ‘ This use to be a small pond. How did an ocean get here?’
She stared at her reflection and said, ‘The wilderness in my heart has been deforested. The shining stars have burned out. The hurricane of guilt and shame has caused a flood to pour from my eyes.’
The old man got on his knees in front of her and grabbed her hands. He said, ‘ my brave girl, do you not see that through your pain and tears you have made life? Do you not see the growth? Do you not see the beautiful things that have come forth? Whatever you have done is forgiven. It does not hold you captive any longer. Your pain and suffering served a purpose greater than yourself. You were so caught up in your own reflection that you didn’t see the beauty it had created. Everyone will suffer but there will always be beauty to be found from it. Get up my brave girl. Let’s rebuild your heart and clean your eyes.’
Most stories would end at this point. The author would leave the reader with a satisfaction that the girl got better but this story doesn’t end like that…