How you doing? Same old same old?!
By the time you’re still in the womb of your mom
You were so talented, doing acrobatic and more stunts
Which results for you to be born with clubfeet.
You are lucky to have parents who find a way to make your life pretty normal
They heard you scream every time the smiling doctor twisting your soft little feet.
As days, weeks, months, years pass your giggle wash those pain.
You’ve learned A, B, C’s; count 1, 2, 3
You make them proud when you got medals.
You made them frown when you didn’t meet their expectations
Wherein they know that you can really do better
You make them happy when you become competitive
And brought disappointments when you’re in college
When did the last time you made them proud?
Shira, I know you’ve grown not only physically, mentally but also emotionally.
You start wondering what does letters L-O-V-E
Which you found yourself utter when you felt the spark of lighting arrow of cupid.
You explore and found yourself hurt.
You stood and been okay for a year of doubt.
How have you’ve been now, Shira?
I heard you fell in love again but this time deeply?
How’s your heart doing?
Tortured by you?
Cheer up, Shira
Forgive yourself for pushing away the person you love
Forget how it used to be
Keep moving together with the world
You’re a great woman more than you’ve imagined
You can be every thing in this universe as well
You are still young and can still make things up
The Way You Live Naturally, Cheer up Shira