There is a girl who loves to dance who believes dancing with the feet is one thing but dancing with the heart is  another.

There is a girl who believes her family is her strength and her weakness.

There is a girl who believes nothing is more beautiful than a woman who is brave, strong and emboldened because of who Christ is within her.

There is a girl who believes dreams are not what you see in your sleep, dreams are things which do not let you sleep.

There is a girl who feels the ink bleeding through the pages of her writing.

There is a girl who feels the pain of those around her and feels the need to restore the broken pieces left behind.

There is a girl who  feels the demons inside her and wishes to conquer them.

There is a girl who feels like she is walking on clouds as if she is walking through heaven in her dreams.

There is a girl who believes the most beautiful person is a person with kind heart and loving soul.

There is a girl who believes that be helpful when you see a person without a smile, give them yours.

There is a girl who stays hopeful because you never know what tomorrow will bring.

There is a girl who believes sweet efforts are better than sweet words.

There is a girl who believes when it rains look for rainbows when it’s dark look for stars.

There is a girl who believes when life knocks you down, you get back up and keep fighting.

There is a girl who believes We are the music creators and we are the visionaries of dreams.

Though she be little, she is fierce.

That girl is me.

 I am Felicity.

I am a girl who never denies the light in the world.

I wonder why the world can be so cruel as to kill beings with souls.

I hear voices in my head running back and forth with thoughts that are not my own.

I see light in the darkness where no light should be found.

I want there to be happiness in the smallest of places.

I an the imperfect star.

I pretend like everything is ok when i reality there is a wildfire spreading across my skull.

I feel all the pain and suffering in the world as if it is my own.

I touch the stars with just one look and then suddenly there in my palms.

I worry that one day with a flick of a finger there will be no more.

I cry myself to sleep clutching myself trying to get the pain to stop.

I am the imperfect star.

I understand that no one is perfect no matter how hard we try.

I say things that I think are sincere but my mind is shouting something different.

I dream that one day heaven will fall and it will echo from this city.

I try to grasp what the term “I am” truly means.

I hope this world is not a test but a simulation of life.

I am the imperfect star.

I am Felicity.