There is one pink cloud in the sky. It is floating by itself where everything else is dark and ominous and gray. I like that cloud, it is special to me. I appreciate its tenacity, like somehow someway it knew that the only way it could survive would be to find a way to find sunshine for itself. It denied the darkness that surrounded it and chose to shine, simply because it could. Choosing to snatch all of the goodness and brightness and swallow it for itself so it could so it could feel beautiful and allow that to speak naturally. All of the inner glow it swallowed peeks through and it feels pretty, valuable, worth it, so it shines, bright, pink and full. Free. Beautiful despite the darkness that surrounds it and threatens to swallow it whole, it shines in spite of. I need to live just like that cloud. Reflecting all of the light and beauty that has been planted in me, rising above the darkness that hovers on every side and threatens to swallow me whole, I’m above. Breathing through the darkness and reaching my hand out blindly until I can find the light. Instead of listening to the opinions of the darkness that surrounds me, I need to stretch myself out and search for some way to understand my power and my beauty and my strength and my value. Or maybe, just maybe, I already do.
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