Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Exit, Breathe.

Exit, breathe. Enter, seethe. My anger grows and still I stay, a willow tree who’ll only sway. But one day…one day… I will jump and they will see that there’ll be made no fool of me. And I will speak and speak and speak and they will know I am not weak, I’m not alone. I’ll crawl no more, I will not crawl, I’ll stand up straight and enter tall like what it is that lies inside, for inside I’m not small. Hyper-empathy, that’s me, the girl who’ll cry at all I see and smile when I sense the joy that everyone is feeling. By healing what I need to and loving what I do, I’m on a mission to destroy the bad and uplift what is true. It might just start with you.

(c) Arielle Lee Becker 2005

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