You had it all figured out, hadn't you?
As you sat on that rocking steel chair,
There at the garden of your grandpa,
You had everything carefully planned--
The person, you'd grow into;
The career, you'd make for yourself;
The things, you'd work for and buy;
The car, you'd save up for;
The husband, you'd marry;
Even the wedding dress, you'd wear.
You had that lengthy list in your horizon
And you couldn't wait to begin
The unfolding of those beguiling dreams.
Actually, strike that--
For, they weren't even fantasies, for you;
They were tangible, feasible targets
And if you were to simply start affixing
Those necessary years to your repertoire;
Then, each little idea would be a done deal,
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
You were young and you were bolder--
Not even a dab of stain on your milky skin.
All you really desired, at that moment,
Was to be gifted the freedom to commence.
Oh, you satisfied each tiny requirement,
Driven unto you.
You were good with stuff;
You were a perspicacious four-year-old girl
With a pretty face
And an even prettier proclivity.
Mumma taught you how to write your name;
Papa trained you in the art of benevolence.
You were bursting with boundless energy;
And the world was ripe for your picking.
At long last, they enrolled you in school
And you did your best to ace each test.
Your teachers loved you;
You were always among the top in your class.
Ah, you had tons of friends
And school was an effortless breeze, all the time.
Everyone recognized it;
You were one bright superstar--
A rare, iridescent diamond
Who was bound to create hefty change
In this woebegone macrocosm.
So, you shined and you shined some more--
Lifting downtrodden hearts
And offering irradiant smiles to the world.
Your parents showered you with affection;
Ergo, you bestowed the same devotion
To each creature, you met, along the way.
Finally, you were reaching each of your goals.
Then, alas! You had to fall in love--
And each lil' block, tenderly built to reach the sky,
Went crashing down to the ground!
Because, instead of focusing on your list,
You opted to follow his whims.
He didn't even coerce you;
You willingly discarded everything for him.
Yet, in the end, he dropped you--
And went after his own ambitions, instead.
Now, you're left with a broken heart
And the shattered remains of your life.
You're in that circular prison of despair--
Surmising that you might as well be dead.
Although, hold on, little princess;
Don't you remember that long checklist,
You fashioned, way back when you were but a babe?
You can still fix the splintered residues
Of your grieving, marvelous heart.
Look! People get hurt in this atrocious existence,
All the time;
Though, they arise from the harrowing ruins
And reestablish themselves, yet again.
One little disenchantment shouldn't hinder you
From returning to your original path.
You only have to be better, this gruelling instance;
Because, everything happens at its designated schedule.
So, wipe off those grimy tears
And work harder to reach for your dreams--
Believe in yourself, once again;
Entrust all the other worries to God.
For, have you totally forgotten
That you're that dazzling, dancing star?