She, the blacksmith of happiness, walked tired through the sleepy city streets. In so many years she had worked for a few bucks from far and near, she forged happiness for all who asked for her advice.
Her clothes were of old cast-off rags, which had once been beautiful and modern clothes, and since been donated to her.
Everyone knew that she had her hard times, but she smiled when someone met her gaze, for an experienced blacksmith of happiness knows when luck is on its way.
She had gone far in her rags and just rusty safety pins holding the clothes still on her body, so she hurried through the streets, hoping to reach home before the sun broke out.
She felt a pang of conscience hit her heart, the sun had always been a dear friend, now she had been hideing from him. There were many thoughts that hammered into her head as she hurried her bruised and cold body over the hills and through the streets, determined to crawl into hiding before the sun outcrop.
Almost halfway home, she lost the sole of one shoe, a pair of safety needles had gone up along the way and a white, naked shoulder appeared.
She thought of all the times she had as a child, running around naked on the beach, the sun had warmed her little body and the sea had loveingly kissed her long hair,that the sun had dried, laughing with the wind.
Every night the moon had listened to her crazy stories and provided her with dreams she could present to the sunlight the next day.
The wind had carried her wishes, he had with his raspy voice, spread them out to all directions, north, south, east and west, she was a child of the sun and the moon’s daughter, her father was Jupiter and Venus’ son.
Now her life had changed into a different story, she was equally poor and sore as the city’s loose cats. She curled up over the winds whispering voice: «Stella, you are so cold and the sun has been looking for you through several solstice, the moon says you do not dream your own dreams anymore.» She turned her face away from the wind as he, with a cold gust, licked away a tear from her eye. She said nothing. «Jupiter is disappointed, he thinks you’re a poor blacksmith, forging the happiness of others, but all he has bestowed upon you, so let it hibernate.» The wind was breathing heavily «there’s a lot of rumors about you Stella, Venus cries because of your lonely heart.» This was too much for Stella, she took a deep breath, so as not to reveal a gasp, it was not easy being human. She breathed in so powerful that the last pin that held the rags on her body, broke. With eyes full of tears, it was difficult to see how the rags fell on the dark ground. With a few shakey movements, she pulled them over her waist, the same moment as the first sunrays appeared.
The wind shook her clothes, so hard that she was left standing naked.
The moment the sun rose, she stood alone and naked, with her face hidden in her hands. It was seconds long as eternity, she trembled, her body was pale and thin. The sunlight revealed all the bruises and wounds that the rags and darkness had covered.
The sun shone so strong that her eyes hurt, she could not hide it anymore, she, the blacksmith of happiness, had become IRS-troll’s slave.
The wind’s wild and furious journey, back and forth, he sighed, the sound was like thunder and whips.
The sun warmed her, but as he locked his eyes on her ravaged body,the light shined so bright that she had to keep her eyes shut. There she stood and responded to the wind and the sun’s questions about where and who.
She explained as best she could that she had saved her dreams, forged of happiness for all who sought her. Her heart was lonely because she worked hard, but was never free from IRS-troll’s slavery.
For every time she dreamed, came one of IRS-trolls buddies and shattered her dreams, every time she forged happiness, took the tax-payment-troll her money.
All wounds, bruises and scars, she received after the punches and kicks from the trolls buddies and Tax troll himself, every time she had forged her own happiness. It was certainly a law against those who had wealth, not allowed to keep some for themselves.
This is a story about all the stars out there that hide the brilliant light of their own genuinitet, for anyone who does not dare to shine.
-Belinajewel-