[untitled] Cecilia Herran
Journalism, Honors College There was once a girl, Who dreamed hopeful dreams, Saw the world as her ocean, With the moon and the stars as her peace. There was once a girl, Who believed herself to be free, Discovering her own terrain, Confidence only found in greenest of green. There once was a girl, Who had everything, Who unknowingly had every spec of the beach, From the sand, to the waves, To the last glimpse of the sea. There once was a girl, Who suddenly lost everything, Not knowing what everything truly meant, Left to discover the truth about what lies in mysteryâ€™s depths.
There once was a girl, Who no longer looked like a girl, Only a withered cracked shell, From lifeâ€™s unapologetic and unfortunate spells. There once was a girl, Who really, truly, horrifically broke at her seams, Finding herself to be buried With the fears of what tomorrows will bring. There once was a girl, Who found she did not loose everything, That the past, will always be, And that the meaning of now was filled with possibility. There once was a girl, Like many other girls, Really, like all girls, Who learned she had a choice. There once was a girl, A girl who chose to endure, To push, to break, to keep going, And dream her beautiful hopeful dreams. 8