I wrote this 4 years ago today. At the time, I thought I was writing to someone--to some unknown source--for help and guidance...but now, in retrospect, I realize I was writing to myself. I was asking for help, pleading with myself. This poem describes how I used to feel each morning when I woke up. I'd feel drained. I'd feel scared. I'd feel alone. I'd feel miserable.
Help me live
To face the day
Look around
And be okay
Help me live
To face the night
Think alone
And be all right
Help me live
To face the me
In the mirror
That I see
Help me live
To face the crowd
Beat the battle
Make them proud
Help me live
To face the day
Look around
And be okay
(c) Arielle Lee Becker 2003
I finally helped myself live...just like I was always asking. It was mostly about self-realization, self-love, and self-expression. It was partly about listening to myself. It was partly about doing what I really wanted--what I really really wanted. It was partly about deciding I was ready for a new life. It was partly about getting rid of the bad in my life and surrounding myself with some more good. And it was a little bit about lots of other things that made me stop, made me think, made me turn my head to see, and made me understand at last.
Arielle
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