I'm furious at all the things that rise within and break my wings. The pain is great, the room is small, and I'm within it, standing tall. Yes, here I am--I give a damn--I'll give this door one final slam. I'm stronger than the past that's been--I call the shots; I'll tell you when! And if you think, unwanted guest, that one day soon you'll get the best of this young woman, I won't rest until you truly, finally see that you're just you but I am ME! I've learned too much, I've traveled far, and I know what you really are--so don't you for one second think that you will find that tiny chink within my armor, within my soul--I'm on to you, I'm in control! And as I live and breathe today, I vow to conquer every way the little bit of you that's left--and trust me, I won't feel bereft. I know the feeling freedom brings and with some healing, I'll have wings that work and move and fly again--I call the shots; I'll tell you when!
That one's for me and for all of you.
That one's for me and for all of you.
Your blog makes me feel good;
ReplyDeleteand a bit silly because of my ways, even after reading your amazing posts.:]
Your blog makes me feel good;
ReplyDeleteand a bit silly because of my ways, even after reading your amazing posts.:]
Thanks, pushthedaisies. :) I'm glad you leave here feeling good. Our recognition of our own silliness can be pretty helpful sometimes! Thanks for commenting.
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Arielle
wow, this is powerful! On a writing note, I think it's really hard to pull off rhyming, and you did it! Anyway, way to use your voice against the scummy ED.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kyla. Yeah, it's what I call stream of consciousness prose-poetry. :) I'm a writer and sometimes I like to write like this as opposed to more traditional poetry. It still rhymes, but it flows in a way I can't explain...and it's more of a spoken word thing, if that makes sense. Like...I could "perform" it better than it can be read. :)
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Much love,
Arielle
You're inspiring. It even makes me think that there may be hope...a light at the end of the tunnel perhaps?
ReplyDeleteThanks Arielle!
There IS hope. :) Stick with me, girl--I'll shove that hope in your face 'til you have no choice but to reach it.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
Arielle
I actually giggled at the thought of you shoving it in my face. That may be just what I need. :)
ReplyDeleteAfterglow,
ReplyDeleteI am pretty funny when I shove things in people's faces. :) I don't exactly look scary. Haha.
An amazing and intensely strong read. Love you my dear. <3
ReplyDeleteThinking of you