Dare to be Different

Once upon a time there was a little girl who believed that people said what they meant and meant what they said. One moonlight night she went away. She was so tiny and afraid because she felt invisible. No one would miss her. Perhaps she did not laugh enough or perhaps she was so different and no one wanted different.

The grassy fields are still there; they hear her foot steps from time to time; they hear the laughter no one else had ever heard; the music rides the wind as she plays with willful joy; she runs with the deer and hides with the rabbit as the night wears down and the morning light appears. She is invisible.

She sits in the silence. She is invisible. Her soul plays among the clouds and cries with the rain. She sees the people who do not mean what they say nor say what they mean and feels bereft of ever understanding the whys of the earth people because she is too different from them to know what they mean. She has no one to translate the world for her.

She runs with the deer and hides with the rabbit. She is invisible.