Wall Flower

I have resonated with that word- The Wallflower ever since I knew what it meant. In my adolescence, it gave me great dread cos  while I knew it in my bones to be me- it would mean, I would never be a 'cool' kid. Moving onto my rebellious twenties, it was something I tucked away in a lil corner of my being, while I socialized, partied and tried so hard to fit in. They say, you grow wiser with age, or so I hope as the decade of the 30's roll through me. Now, I embrace the wallflower in me. Why? No one sees you, no one thinks about you. While to some its a crushing thought, I like to think that in the void that it creates, is where I thrive. To know that nothing is expected of you. So what if no one sees me- does it mean I dont exist? Am I like the tree that falls in the forest?
I exist. I live and I thrive- without the shackles of what is expected of me- To be confident, well spoken and tenacious. In its place, I am quite, I am watchful and I take it all in. This is where I come to tell the tales of the Wallflower. Weaving the stories I learn simply by sitting on the sidelines, some by the stories I am pushed into and some others I wish I wasn't a part of- to finally create a tapestry that will become my life.