Stages

The girls in my world are like raindrops. They drop from the sky in one, gray uniform. There are millions of them, millions of carbon copies of each other. They start high in the sky, where other people wish they could jump up to. But they fall. They drop from the sky, lower and lower, until they crash to the ground. They divide themselves into bland groups of muddy puddles. They may feel more powerful, banding together to create one, giant body. But they’re still below the people who were once below them, jumping their hardest to be amongst them. They seem to think they’re still high in the sky, as they lay, flat and gray, in the ordinary sidewalks.

I like to think of myself as a rainbow. Once left behind by the rest, I was nothing but a small, lonely water particle. But I soon find some others like myself; others that were left behind. We group together in understanding and love. The sun gives us its blessing as it envelopes us in a bright, warm hug. All on earth look up to see us. They admire our beauty as we let out true colours shine through. We’re high in the sky, and inviting everyone to come. To come and share in the sun’s blessing. Soaring with the clouds, we feel alive up here. We can be ourselves up here.

In my world, you can crash to the ground or soar with the clouds.
In my world, it’s considered weird to choose to soar.

Let me hear you call me weird.