😁Short story inspired by two pictures I saw on Pinterest which I attached below just before the story.
🌹Once long ago the rose existed without thorns. It was magnificent and most people were in awe. Some would walk by the rose clenching their fists however for not everyone appreciated the perfection. They did not care about the rose but left it alone.
However one day a witch came hearing whispers of a perfect flower. Her name was Rue. She stared at the rose biting her lips and clenching her hands. “Such beauty should not exist without danger. I hereby curse you to turn into a different human after every full moon. Only one days with full moons will you return to your original state. Untill you learn that perfection does not exist the curse shall not lift”,Rue said before dissappearing in a flash of light.
🌹And so the rose turned into different human beings after each full moon was over. Every time she learned something new that was heartbreaking but she did not change. Now after the latest full moon passed she has turned into a high school girl.
“I hate her”. “Did you hear about her? I hear she stole Dana’s phone”. These were only a few of the things she heard being whispered about her as she walked to class. Her eyes glistened but the tears didn’t fall. That night as she looked at all the rude comments on social media she learned the lesson the witch wanted her to learn. Beauty can not exist without pain and perfection would only breed jealousy and hatred.
That night she turned back into a rose but something was new. The rose now had sharp thorns to protect itself. With the lesson learned she was once again just a beautiful rose but now she was dangerous.Never to turn into another human being again she made a wish.
She wished that the Witch would help young humans that were being bullied. So they would transform into roses on full moon nights to learn that beauty exists even when it doesn’t feel like it. That true beauty is in being uniquely yourself. The ones that couldn’t be saved in time? They became new unique roses after death waiting to help someone.
Hi guys and girls🌻. Sorry I have been so quiet lately but as we all know life happens.
So I have been quiet recently and I am betting you are wondering why. To answer that question I am going to need to update you a bit.
If you were around on my blog last year you would know that I have been struggling to get a bursary which I completely qualify for to study. We don’t have the finances to afford it but I really want to study at an University and get my own degree.
Things have been looking up since then. Once again if you were around last year you will remember I got financial aid to study IT online in the meantime. I am happy😁 to tell you I got 98% for my IT Technical Support Fundamentals Course ❤ on the 31st December of last year.
So that’s amazing 😊 but currently I can’t continue with the next course till I get approval for Financial Aid again.
However that hasn’t stopped me. I saw a great job opportunity in November that our Department of Education would start in December. It’s an initiative to help young unemployed adults between 18-35 years old interested in an Educational Career to get some experience. So I got everything ready and gave in my application. Got called back for an interview and got accepted 😊.
I started working as an Educational Assistant on 1 December last year and have a contract until the 31st March this year☺. This means I have been getting some great experience and I am able to save up a bit now.
I would have updated you all sooner but I have been busy and barely had energy for long blog posts.
❤👏Also a big thank you we now have 71 followers already. 😁You guys are amazing! Thank you for all the support.
I have been quiet these last two weeks because I had an ear infection(😅still went to work though) and then this lovely week decided to start off with a stomach bug. But I am feeling loads better now😊.
I hope to post as I get the time so be on the lookout for new Poem Girl Posts😁.
In a world full of faces, Faces all wearings masks I am faceless And I prefer it that way.
For though I am faceless I am not colourless. I am a blank canvas Being painted second by second.
Though I sometimes struggle to express myself I have not hardened myself And built masks to hide myself behind
I am faceless Because I choose to be a anomaly Rather than simply be another mask In this cruel world.
And maybe you’re wondering Why faceless And not just unmasked? Well it’s because my face is still being formed Like a canvas
And no not my real face Just like people don’t wear real masks I am talking about the face of my soul What makes up who I am as a person
I am faceless Because I am still forming my face Through the good and the bad There’s bound to be a few cracks And no I won’t hide them Rather I will fill them with the wisdom found Make it become the colour in a once bland spot For I am unique And I do not dare try and pretend
So cracks is what you get Because they represent the stories And memories of what I’ve been through Maybe there’s even a few blemishes For those times I made friends and lost them Maybe a few stress lines got added along the way Because I have been through hell and returned stronger Maybe there’s bound to be a few burns for I have walked through fire For what I believed in Maybe there’s a few tear stains For how would I have ever found happiness if I didn’t know a difference? Maybe there’s a little make-up of variety For those that brought beauty to my life And smear marks of those that thought that they could build me up in their own image Maybe there’s a tattoo To show all the adventures I have been through Maybe there’s a crown on top of the head of this face For how could you survive And not deserve a crown? It never slips For I am confident in the woman I am becoming.
The crown changes just as I change But the crown never wavers for it has found me worthy. To stand tall And always stay sweet To never waver in doing what is right.
You know what? Maybe I am faceless But my face is constantly being formed And a mask has never touched my face Nor will it ever
For even if my face looks weird to others I will not care because I will not pretend I will show of all these scars and blemishes and stress lines and cracks with pride Because it has formed me into who I am today For it is who I am!
Because faceless Still being formed Is better than wearing masks And being fake In a world where everybody would rather pretend.
Thoughts run deep These words I wish to keep Words are more than skin deep Words cover me like a blanket on a bed.
A Writer is complex Words are our reflex A writer writes and writes About their passion About something they feel strongly for.
A Writer’s voice runs deep Deeper than a tree’s roots Words are the garden we plant It’s our beauties It’s our pride
However just like nature’s voice goes lost We can become mute-it’s called writers block It’s like…like…you want to write but nothing is happening It’s like our voice becoming lost We feel mute Because we want to write so badly But absolutely nothing is happening! It’s like nobody is hearing what we want to say Expect we are that nobody-it’s really as if something is blocking all your thoughts of writing.
A writer’s voice is sacred It’s…it’s our treasure And not being able to write It’s…it’s like…like losing a organ It hurts-not physically not really mentally either More like…emotionally? Yes emotionally because it feels as if you’ve lost your abillity to feel a emotion you could previously. However it does not last forever.
A writer’s voice is their treasure And we have measures Because we protect what is ours We can be put under pressure Losing what is precious But what you have understand is this- The oppressed always rise to the occassion!
Today we might have writers block and feel mute But tommorow…oh tommorow…we are writing an entire blog From that writers block And those words are like music from a professionally played flute.
Eendag het ek gestap(One day I walked( En ek besef ek dra swaar(And I realised I was carrying heavy) Tog was daar niks op my rug,(Yet there was nothing on my back) Maar ek was skielik bewus dat iets my onder toe trek(But I was suddenly aware that something was pulling me down)
Wat my onder toe getrek het-(What was pulling me down-) Was die gewig van ander se verwagtinge(Was the weight of other’s expectations) Die gewig van mislukkings(The weight of failures) En al die slegte dinge.(And all the bad things)
Ek haal diep asem(I breathe in deeply) Kyk op na bo(Look to the heavens) En ek fluister:(And I whisper:) “U vat asseblief al hierdie onnodige gewig wat my aftrek en onder bring dat ek as ‘n oorwinnaar kan wegstap.”(God please take all this unnecessary weight that’s dragging me down and knocking me down so that I can step away as a victor)
Die gewig val weg.(The weight falls away) Ek wag(I wait) En ek besef ek is vry(And I realise that I am free) En alles is nou in my reik.(Now everything is within my reach)
Ek is …vry(I am…free( Wanneer ek nie verwagtinge skep(When I don’t create expectations) Wanneer ek nie aan ander se verwagtige probeer voldoen nie(When I don’t try to fulfill other’s expectations) Ek is vry wanneer ek diep asem in haal en besef enige iets is moontlik as ek net probeer.(I am free when I breathe in deeply and realise anything is possible if I just try) Ek is vry…(I am free…) Wanneer ek laat gaan.(When I let go)
Ek is…vry(I am…free) En dis ‘n eer(And it’s an honor) Dit is heerlik(It’s wonderful) Dit is…vryheid.(This is freedom)
Sometimes when the sun is just setting and I look at the magnificent picture it creates I wish I could paint.
Sometimes when I hear this wonderful song I wish I could sing.
Sometimes when I see a wonderful film I wish I could act.
There’s so many wonderful things out there and I wish I could experience it all.
If I had the talent I wouldn’t waste it Because I would be so awed and amazed that God chose me for this gift for a talent is most definitely a gift. If I had the talent I wouldn’t let it stagnate and go to waste-I would polish that talent and turn it into a something amazing and precious.
If I had the talent I would be so grateful that I get to experience it because there is so many people out there that would wish for my talent.
The truth is a lot of people wish for a talent in something they are passionate in and it breaks their heart when somebody that has that specific talent doesn’t care for it.
But enough of that.
This is about the beauty of being a writer: As a writer you get to experience so much. A writer gets to build worlds and yet also get to destroy worlds. A writer gets to be anything they wish to be by simply writing down the words.
As a writer you have an amazing gift-don’t waste it. For you get to experience so much more than most people.
I am grateful to be a writer My mind is always full of words and thoughts And my blank pages are always waiting to be written upon My ink dripping onto a page is a story being born There is something quite special about being a writer.
If there is one thing I learnt from Macbeth -it’s that dressing yourself in borrowed robes will lead to your downfall.
You may think it’s better to pretend to be somebody else but it’s not. You are just setting yourself up for disappointment. Pretending to be somebody else means that people end up loving & looking up to an ideal instead of you.
I prefer to know somebody without masks Without them being dressed up Show me your imperfections Show me the real you.
Nobody trusts something that is perfect You know like the week is going great & someone will be like,”Yeah but when is the other shoe gonna drop?”. It’s human nature to be curious.
I only want to see everybody succeed And that’s not going to happen if you’re pretending
The truth is you can pretend as much as you like But you will always ask yourself at the end of the day, “Is it Really worth it?”- And the answer is no it is not. Don’t give up your sense of self & uniqueness just because you think you don’t fit their standards. Stop letting society tell you what to be.
Those voices get louder And you get quieter No don’t! You should be screaming back at them. You should scream so loud that you silence those voices. Rise Up & Keep your head high.
Stare the world straight in the eyes and say, “This is who I am. I am happy with it. I am not changing just because you don’t like me. It’s time I set my own standards for me. Society does not get to tell me who I should be! I am me & that ain’t changing. If that bothers you,you’re welcome to leave because I don’t need somebody who’s only going to break me down. I will always rise up for that is my strength”.
This is how you should live. Set your own standards. Write your own story And determine your own fate.
If you were meant to be anybody but yourself-you would’ve been. In a world that is growing cold & hateful-remember that it is our capacity to feel emotion that sets us apart & makes us human.
The truth is nothing is easy But that’s what makes it worth it. We are Human And that’s what makes it so magnificent To be Unique <3.