Someday
It won't faze me
What you think about me
Who you think I should be
How nothing is enough
To please you
Someday
It won't scare me
How you're still out there
Living, breathing, existing
And I'm here
With my memories
With a broken spirit
With tears falling to the floor
Someday
I won't care
I'll be free
Free to laugh and exist
Without fear or pain
Without hints of you
Without harsh words to tear me down
With a twisted smile
Like only a monster could have
Someday
Lights will be brighter
Words will mean more
I'll laugh harder
And everything will be okay again
Someday
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Sarah Williams and writers in Poets and other communities.
Journal Entry #1
I want to figure out things about myself. I want to know who I am, without any doubt. I want to feel comfortable as myself. I want to be able to love myself like I love the people around me. I'm not blind to their flaws, but I choose to not only except them but to find beauty in them. So, why can I embrace the character flaws and physical flaws of the people around me, but I berate myself for every little thing I didn't do perfectly? Is it how I was treated as a child? Do I just pick apart every action I make or word that I say, just because I was ignored and neglected until the age of 16? At what point will I be able to let that go and figure out how to exist without hearing the loud and callous voice of my father and the screams and cries of my mother? At what point will their existence stop causing my breath to speed up and my heart to race and my brain to feel fuzzy? They aren't able to get to me now, and I know that. I know deep inside of me that I am out and I am safe and that I am my own person that matters and exists. I made the choice to be completely done, and yet I feel like they still have this control over me. At some point, the feelings have to be on me, they aren't doing anything, but I still feel their presence with every move I make.
By Sarah Williams5 years ago in Confessions
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley6 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.