I sighed thinking that I could lose a few more pounds. I put back on my clothes and plopped myself on my bed. I looked over to my right to see my favorite book by Sarah Henderson. I picked it up and turned to the page where there was a poem. It's my favorite poem of all time its called 'Falling Awake'
'Suddenly the world is wide open
I find I'm no longer confined
To the tiny hell I had constructed
The walls I'd been hiding behind
I'm moving into something unknown
This is so unfamiliar, this light
Compared to the darkness I'm used to
I was blind and now I have sight
I'm baffled by all of this beauty
The vibrance and movement out here
The feelings I'm feeling are frightening
In fact, all I've known is fear
But now my senses are stirring
With new and intriguing sensations
Sometimes if I let myself breathe
I touch in on momentous elation
After so long I'm finally here
Though of course, the change came with pain
It was worth it to finally find freedom
The losses don't compare to the gains
It's a little like falling awake
Coming out of a hypnotic sleep
There's a chasm between dying and living
And I'm ready to take the leap'
As I finished reading the poem I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Yes" I asked in a questioning voice. "Gabby do you wanna go out to eat with us" I heard my brother say. "No thank you" said back as I heard my stomach growled in hunger. "Ok bye" he said as he walked away. Soon later I heard the front door close. I sigh and open back up my book with poems from Sarah Henderson. I turned the next page only to see another poem.
beauty.
usually that word is compared with flowers
so delicate, small, and without blemish.
this is so only a select few
can fit under the category of beautiful.
but, why can't
we be beautiful like a tree or rock or river?
they are very beautiful
yet no one cares to notice.
a tree
has leaves that fall like teardrops
because no one seems to notice her.
with a tough outside,
she stands rooted strongly as the pain
and lies that she's not beautiful overwhelms her.
to most, she seems normal
with nothing special about her.
her rough bark keeps onlookers from
reaching within and seeing all her scars.
this way,
they can't rip off the carefully placed bandages
that cover her wounded heart.
a rock
is small but still strong.
she is kicked from place to place, the road
always chipping away at her strength.
the sunlight hits a part of her
that shines with a glittering light.
but no one cares.
she's just a rock. they'll never
notice her beauty.
a river
flows; always running and never stopping to rest.
she is called dirty and impure for the things
that others have done to her.
no one reaches deep within to see that she is
just as beautiful
and crystal clear as any other body of water not yet
destroyed by the world.
and so on and on she runs.
these
may be broken but their beauty
shows through to me perhaps even brighter
than that of a flower.
I closed the book and walked out of my room and into the kitchen where food was set. the Aroma was making my stomach growl. I shook the thought of food off my mind and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. As I drank the water I went back up stairs where I was safe from everyone.
Ok hi guys I've missed each and everyone of you guys. Xoxoxo
Please go check out my other book 'Far From Ok' when you get the chance to.
