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The Power To Change
Mia cried hot salty tears. She couldn't help it. It isn't because she's weak, nor that she's been hurt by cuts, grazes or falls. But she does feel pain. She can feel it pressing in on her, making its way slowly to her heart. Friends and family cannot see it, people have no time or patience to look carefully enough. They hear what they want to hear, see what they wish to see. They have their own problems and misfortunes, few care to give time of day to hers as well.
Mia had suffered at one point, at no fault of her own, and the splinter of betrayal sting harshly at the time. People said to her,
"Pull yourself together, you've so many things to be grateful for." But that didn't help, because the pain had set in and wasn't going away any time soon. Admittedly she put on a brave face when others were being kind. They sensed she was hurting, and for a time she openly cried in front of them. They were sympathetic and kind to a degree, but already they distanced themselves if she showed the pain. Furthermore, they preferred to see a brave stoic Mia, even knowing it was fake, for it helped them feel good that they were making a difference. In deference to their efforts, she began to only cry in private, to mask the misery and hide the pain.
Beautiful Mia, her fair complexion started to sour and pale. Many saw the change in her and did little kindnesses, but they were menial. Platitudes and advice came aplenty, but none of it stopped that thorn of her circumstance from going deeper. The splinter was inching to her heart, painful and determined to wound her deep. The thing with betrayal is it makes you doubt yourself, your worth, your own idiocy for not realizing sooner how you were being treated. In truth her confidence had taken a hard knock, and as strong as she was she looked at everyone different now. She saw how they feined concern, how they glossed over her open references to how she felt. All those shallow people soon lost interest in her, and all the ones she counted on just seemed to stop being there when she needed them most. Mia had never felt more alone.
Yet Mia was not only attractive, she was talented. The commonest thing they told her was,
"Oh Mia you're so lovely, you'll bounce back, love will easily find you. Just forget them and move...
Mia had suffered at one point, at no fault of her own, and the splinter of betrayal sting harshly at the time. People said to her,
"Pull yourself together, you've so many things to be grateful for." But that didn't help, because the pain had set in and wasn't going away any time soon. Admittedly she put on a brave face when others were being kind. They sensed she was hurting, and for a time she openly cried in front of them. They were sympathetic and kind to a degree, but already they distanced themselves if she showed the pain. Furthermore, they preferred to see a brave stoic Mia, even knowing it was fake, for it helped them feel good that they were making a difference. In deference to their efforts, she began to only cry in private, to mask the misery and hide the pain.
Beautiful Mia, her fair complexion started to sour and pale. Many saw the change in her and did little kindnesses, but they were menial. Platitudes and advice came aplenty, but none of it stopped that thorn of her circumstance from going deeper. The splinter was inching to her heart, painful and determined to wound her deep. The thing with betrayal is it makes you doubt yourself, your worth, your own idiocy for not realizing sooner how you were being treated. In truth her confidence had taken a hard knock, and as strong as she was she looked at everyone different now. She saw how they feined concern, how they glossed over her open references to how she felt. All those shallow people soon lost interest in her, and all the ones she counted on just seemed to stop being there when she needed them most. Mia had never felt more alone.
Yet Mia was not only attractive, she was talented. The commonest thing they told her was,
"Oh Mia you're so lovely, you'll bounce back, love will easily find you. Just forget them and move...
