Original Stories

A Part Of Me

My skin is empty.

My body is empty.

I'm still searching for a part of me,

A feeling I can't hold with just to hands,

Or obtain on my own.

Where is that feeling hiding?

I'm looking in a million places,

All are fractured parts of me

That I thought I'd lost long ago.

But what happens when I start to find myself again?

Who do I become?

What do I do with my life?

How do I continue living?

When I know that the world around me is falling apart,

How do I remember to stand tall again?

How do I remind myself that it'll get better?

How do I meet myself on the other side?

The simple answer is "I don't know."

And I probably never will.

But when it comes down to it,

I've got myself,

Even if I don't always feel like myself.

And I know that there's always someone behind me.

Someone watching me,

Supporting me from afar,

Someone who knows me.

In front of me,

Is a person I'm going to meet someday.

A person who's clothes and body will someday fit.

A person who knows exactly who they are

And where they fit in the world.

So for now,

I'm' going to fight for myself

So I can meet myself on the other side.

Won't you please join me?

I need you more than you know.

Not to complete me,

But to help guide me

And stand by my side.

We both know I'm going to get discouraged

And get angry

And cry all over again.

But for right now,

I need a hand to hold

And a safe place to be while I learn who I am.

And while you're watching me cry,

Please remind me to stand on my own two feet again.

Please remind me that someday I will find myself.

Beyond my clouded vision and judgement,

Beyond the hatred that is thrown at me

By both the world and myself.

Please just be there to always remind me that I have you when I need you.

It's a message to everyone who can hear my voice

And understand my words.

I'm turning to you

And smiling.

I'm holding out my hand.

I'm asking you once again:

Please be with me

And help me find who I am.