First chapter, capturing what I aim to do with this book and where I am right now.
Sincerely seventeen
Are you sick of it? You must be.
I have become quite the story teller, I guess I have always been painting my face different colors, I guess I have always been rearranging the person who looks back at me in the mirror to be someone else.
I've played every part, I've been pretending for so long that I've forgotten who I'm hiding from.
I've been the noise and the chaos, I've been the quiet and soft spoken, I've been big and small, I've picked myself apart and painted over each piece.
I've stripped it all away and rewritten and redefined.
After all of this, who is left?
When you take it all away, what stares back at you?
Maybe this should be terrifying but I am not scared today.
I don't have to lie anymore, so I won't, that's not who I am, that's not me, not anymore.
Maybe I am in a position where I don't know where to start and where it ends or who I'm working with, the list goes on, but I am not afraid, I don't have to pretend anymore, that's all I want, that's all I ever did.
The relief is indescribable and divine. I don't care about peeling things away and covering myself up, today the sun rises so I can stop pretending.
Every star in the sky has been waiting for me to realize that the sun will rise if they see me, the sun will rise if they hate and judge me, the sun will rise and not a damn person will stop it.
Maybe someone will bite their lip when they hear the pure and indescribable levels of self obsession and melodrama in these writings, but I am seventeen and finally living and breathing.
I am seventeen and for the first time in my life I am not gasping for air with my head barely above water.
YOU ARE READING
Sincerely October
PoetryThis poetry book was written having multiple narratives, lots of happiness and healing, lots of aching and low points. I choose the title "sincerely October" to capture being authentic.
