Something I wrote 4 years ago...before I realized I was NOT alone.
Crazy little voices
Tricky little words
Something in my corners
That looks to me absurd
I travel in a triumph
I whither in the rain
Cold white bone beneath
The tightening skin and pain
The somethings all around
Blare up like heinous horns
I hold my ears in horror
While my little sore heart mourns
The trees are standing watch—yes
The eyes are all on me
And are they coming closer
To see what they can see?
My face looks like a child’s
My mind feels like a stone
My body is a battlefield
And here I stand alone
I think sometimes the scariest part is that we feel we are trapped and alone. But the truth is, there is a way out and it just takes time to find it. There are a lot of people who deal with the same pain, the same circumstances, and we can help each other. You've got to use what you've got inside--what you've dealt with so far and are continuing to deal with on a daily basis--and you've got to consider it an advantage, a wisdom, and a power. Instead of letting it bring you down, rise above.
Much love,
Arielle
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