She was the girl constantly being thrown lemons Expected to make lemonade over and over, she did Growing used to the sour taste of what she had come to know as her reality A child’s innocence She danced through thunderstorms Twirling through the rain like she twirled through her life Graceful leaps of laughter sending her in circles, growing dizzy Only to find that by the time her dizziness had faded nothing was ever the same Tangy lemonade had returned Gulping it down along with her insecurities, she kept dancing but the bitter sense of having to grow up so fast hit her like a bolt of lightning she had once danced upon And finally the thunderstorms grew too strong for her The downpour that once sent her soaring soaked into her shoes Damp and despair into her bones Where once she would have floated over the world she dragged her feet to safety She’d now watch the droplets of rain hit the window pain Struggle after struggle Lemon after lemon She was left with nothing but the compromise of happiness The acidity left her melting Draining the juice from her slowly until she was just a little dusting of zest thrown on top of what used to be her childhood Her days of dancing but a bare memory And the girl she used to know had since disappeared Lost hopes she tucked herself away Her only idea of dreams locked away in her dream book next to her bed Frantic scribbles on each page She wrote her feelings as her old friend Thunder cracked over head Her faint remembrance of happiness But a sound A raindrop A window away She blocked her ears now Willing the constant bang of her Thunder to stop Couldn’t it tell it only caused her more pain? Persisting past her pleads; it rang out louder and louder Taunting her Haunting her It yelled at her And for the first time since the lemons had been thrown her way She yelled back Breaking that window open Broken glass like all her old broken hopes hit the ground She jumped outside Enveloped by dazzling drops of clarity and surprise For her shoes were no longer wet and her bones no longer heavy And the weight of the storm no longer pinned her soul down Her lost peace now found She danced A dance for all the dances she had forgotten A dance that left the ground trembling and the skies flickering in her wake This girl who had been thrown lemons without rest Had figured out the answer to the test Finally understanding that she was never too weak to conquer the storm She was as strong and as fierce as the winds around her As gentle as a raindrop hitting an eyelash but as grand as a flood covering land as far as the eye could see No longer would she compromise her happiness Her dreams Herself For now she knew that happiness was for her taking and hers alone That girl now knew that the next time life through her a lemon She’d throw it back And yell “I am no longer bitter lemonade” “I am a thunderstorm”
For my best friend who is beautiful, smart and the strongest girl I know, even if she forgets it sometimes.