This Girl

This world, so full of rules and regulations. So full of the definitions of who they were to become -whom they were to be made into. In these turbulent days where anxiety ran high and patience ran thin, it was she who would lead them to a new identity -a new future.

Freedom was not too far ahead; they could almost reach it with their hands outstretched. The vile and bitter taste of the dust from the paths they were forced to walk, chalky on their tongues; they spit it out in the hopes for something sweeter yet to come. They yearned for the day when their feet could roam wherever their dreams led them -she imagined they all did.

And it was this girl, with the noisy headphones glued to her ears and too much eye make-up; the girl who wore the most outrageous clothes and the best boots. She would wake them all from this nightmare. It was she who would dare to be bigger than all those monsters, stronger than the perpetual fences. She who would break down the doors and lead them all on the path to freedom -the famed gateway of escape.

Without question she had the strength to achieve such a thing, because it was she who dreamed without fear. She lived without reason and without obedience -in rebellion against all they had ever known; all they had been shown. She held in her heart all the slices of life glimpsed through the teeniest and most distant of windows. Those pieces gathered through peepholes high up on the wall where they had stood on each other's shoulders to see out when no one was looking -and with her hands she would put them together into the idea of something more.

It was an insistent idea, ferociously determined to become something more solid. An idea that held onto her mind with a feverish grip -creating a hope so irrational that no one could tear it down. It was this girl. This insane, passionate believer who would make this life her own or die trying. She would not hold the hands of the timid or carry the weak -but she would lead the angry, the proud, the strong. They would arise like bees from a damaged hive and swarm this world -stinging the perpetrators and bringing them down. And she would incite them all. This girl, with barely a hint of a smile to call her own.

This young unfortunate soul. This girl.

With steadfast conviction and not a sliver of doubt, she stood at the precipice, ready, and looked out.