I found a box in the attic today. It was old and full of dust, and sun rays glowed on it for me to notice. It suddenly pulled me—waiting to be opened—and I think it said, "Open me; check the wonders you haven't seen." However, I was afraid and nervous to look inside. But being known as a risk-taker, I removed the dust so I could feed my curiosity and slowly slid scissors across the tape, then pulled the cover apart. At first, I could not recognize what was inside. A few seconds later, I felt a shiver down my spine. I can now see the contents full of, "You are worth it," "The cruel world does not deserve your tenderness and love," and "You need for yourself the love you give to everyone else." My eyes watered, and I felt an ache within my chest. It hit me hard. I took self-love out of the box. I let it shine and glitter in the palm of my hand. I then vowed to never box it up again.
Mariella Angela H. Olden is a first-year biology student born and raised in the Philippines. She bleeds, not of blood but of words. If writing means running, she would rather write and write. She is an ambitious leader, advocate, athlete, and writer who dreams of publishing her book one day. Mariella crafts prose and poetry in hopes that her words could reach you, feel your soul, and touch your heart through her pen and words. You may check more of her pieces here: https://mariellaolden.tumblr.com/
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