Loneliness

Loneliness.

She walked down through the small creek, a feeble attempt at hiding her tracks. She wished not to be found. Slowly she splashed down the creek. The soft spring rain falling from the sky would cover the sounds of her splashes.

Tears fell from her eyelids and ran in tiny rivulets down her cheeks. She lifted her face to the sky and let the rain drops mix with the warm tears.

She was not often given to such melancholy feelings, but sometimes life was too much to bear.

 Indeed, she was more of the happy sort who likes to laugh, but not today.

Today she didn't know what to do with herself. She felt blanketed in sorrow, and could think of only sad things. So she walked in these woods, following the creek, crying to try and heal her aching soul.

Sometimes she felt so different, so alone. She felt inadequate to meet other's expectations of her.

Sometimes she felt as though she didn't belong anywhere. She wished to change.

"Why?" she cried inwardly, "Why am I the way I am? Can't I be different?"

And then a peace stole over her, and in the silence of the woods, she heard a Voice: "You are just the way I want you to be, and I love you for it."

She dried her tears, and returned to her home with a new feeling.

Acceptance.