The Pearl.

There was a little girl
She often sat by the river
Watching the sun between her fingers
Wondering if she could get there by summer.


She cried
She wept
She mourn
Why did everything went so wrong?
Would it be better if I just be gone?


But she couldn't.


Fear not my dear,
For things'll be better
As soon as you dry up your tear.


Gather all your
Frustrations and disappointments,
Shames and blames,
Angers and fears,
Trap them under your thick skin
Then wait till they become a thing.


A pearl.


That little girl grows older
She sits by the same flowing river
Falls upon her knees
With a smile painted nicely.


She whispers to the wind,
No more a grumbler would I be
Cause I have found that pearl inside of me.

"Pearls are formed inside the shell of certain mollusks as a defense mechanism against a potentially threatening irritant such as a parasite inside its shell, or an attack from outside, injuring the mantle tissue. The mollusk creates a pearl sac to seal off the irritation."

-Wikipedia