Around The Sun

Every journey has an evolving that goes around the sun. The sun the giver of light, the giver of warmth, it gives the energy that we need to keep going. Every one of us will take a trip around the sun.

As I begin to ponder what will be next, where will my writing take me I am intrigued and inspired to tell the stories of missing girls, missing black girls. These girls so full of life, these girls who have so much to live for, why am I being led to tell these stories? I would guess its within me to find the voice that our girls need to keep them in the forefront but what scares me is do I have the courage to tell these stories?

I met a wonderful woman who allowed me to dig deep into her missing child's story. A typical teenager with growing pains, trying to navigate the streets, school, and home. This teenager lived with her mom but when things got hard she went to live with her sister, you know the cool sister. The one who allows some things to happen that mom will not allow to happen even though we know these were not the best avenues for this teen.

I struggled to hear the hard story of this young girl as told by her mother thru tears there were several times I wanted to cry as well but I was trying to remain strong for this mother because she needed to see someone who was willing to tell her child's story and not be afraid or politically correct because the story of our missing girls need to be right up in your face for the world to see.

As I listened, this task got harder and harder and I love writing but I found myself not willing to continue on this path so in my typical manner I began another story trying to lighten my burden and let my soul rest before I take this task on again. Even when I began the next short story I still found myself immersed in a mystical world that led to a pathway to today. The new story I began was in the same manner a black girl missing, even though this black girl was present, she was missing from herself, missing vital parts to her and all of them connected to her ancestors who were crying out for their stories to be told.

I finished that story started another one, but the new story I begin was vivid in my dreams. Every night as I would try and sleep I could see a vivid account of the story I needed to write, I would immediately get up and jot down words, record myself on my phone to not loose any thoughts but in reality I still was just trying to escape the reality that the calling I was getting was from these girls who are missing. They were on my soul like white is on rice, they are pulling at me splitting me in two, tearing my into pieces parts I am afraid I will not be able tot return from, but the same questions remained. WHY ME!!!! There is a true crime podcast available on all platforms, and some are even produced by some well known names so why are these girls requiring me to tell their stories. I'm honored but I am still afraid because there is no theory that can change the fact that some one's loved one is missing to never be seen again.

That's the journey around the sun, I am glad to see another year but there is a question if these girls who are missing are having any trips around the sun. Are they feeling the warmth, are they getting strength from the sun?

I can 't answer this question nut I can require to think, require you to advocate and agitate. Afterall we need these girls not only to be found, but home being loved on by family.

I invite you to Inspire to Aspire to Inspire.