Ripples

I pray my words become skipping stone ripples that spread across the surface of another's mind. I may not be able to reach all of the spectators of stardom, but I am capable of making magnetic poles of positive intention in my neck of the woods. The world is spilling over with rancid negativity, and it needs new shades of white light to turn things around. I can not promise to be nothing but positive, but I can promise to try. I will tell more people they are beautiful, I will make people see their own value. In the hallway I will smile and I will plant plants in between the cracks of the sidewalk. You will find me on the streets painting murals that read "You are right where you belong, you are important, you are needed" I will hang disco balls in the corners of your mind to reflect the shine you carry in your eyes. Like a coral reef I will be a home to whatever burdens you ask me to hold on to, when you have broken down on the track I will be there to throw you over my shoulder and drag us both to the finish line. I will sacrifice more and when it rains I will lay in the grass. I will fill each pocket with a memory and bury it for a time you question your worth. Now I know we are each only one person, but one voice in a crowd is like a raindrop on the ocean surface. It will grow and spread no matter your message, so try your hardest to make yours count. 

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-J