Her smile was as bright as the sun; it was life giving. Everyone one wanted to be her because her life was so perfect. Her laughter had a sweet melody to it and she was so beautiful. That was their perception of her, but no one ever knew that she was a walking contradiction…

She was a walking contradiction although to them she was a goddess, for she brought life wherever she went and yet she felt like death. How can you not feel like death when you feast on poison daily? A poison prepared so lovingly by someone so close to her, her own blood! Day by day she would feast on how stupid, useless, fat, big-headed and incapable she was. She bled inside. She was slowly finding her identity in these words, but a part of her remained hopeful and would not let her give in.

Many dumped their problems on her, but she was always willing to assist, to listen and to advise. She had her own baggage, but the smile on her face convinced them all otherwise. No matter how hard she tried to be strong and let go of her baggage, she could not as it seemed to have ‘sentimental value’. Some secretly hated her for ‘having it all’, not knowing that she lacked one vital thing: life, and she was slowly losing the desire to live. Although her smile and the laughter had convinced everyone that all was well with her, they had failed to convince her, and day by day she could feel her being deteriorating.

She cried behind closed doors, losing the little hope she had left. The corner of a bright, yellow covered book under the table caught her eye this one day. She bent down and picked the dusty book up. She dusted it and opened it to the words: “See your worth, even when nobody else does”. She kept reading and got to where it said: “There she goes again, defying logic with her indomitable will. Ignoring limitation. Living inside the impossible”. She could not tell what exactly, but she knew that something in her had risen. A worn-out book is all it took to reignite her inner fires that had been extinguished by the fatal words.

She had been empowered, and for the first time in many years, she felt alive. She was alive. She broke free from the bondage and could hear the shackles breaking when she let go of the baggage. Why had she not seen the book earlier? was a question she often asked herself. Never had she thought that her life would be stored in a little yellow dusty book. She took a vow right then that she would never again drink any poison from anybody. She forgave and let the positive vibes from her friends and her neighbours detox her. She was alive! Although everyone noticed, no one could tell what it was that had changed in her. She had a fresh zeal to live and was ready to blossom like the flower she had always been…