Photographs tell stories, yet most remain silently unobserved within the picture. The picture longs to speak, telling its hidden story. The little girl does not know about the gift of courage placed inside her before she was placed in her mother’s womb, which is rising to combat all that is against her.
I relate to this image because I recognize the darkness floating around the young girl; surrounding her deep thoughts while smiling outwardly. On the inside, the wait can be unbearable, her pain unnoticed, while she smiles outwardly as her stomach rumbles doubt, like waves of the ocean, the knot of fear that holds her back with chains are being pulled and twisted. Her wrists bleed to break free. A knot continues to rise in her throat to try to silence her once more.
At the exact second, she has noticed a light goes off in her, the knot…
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