Breathe - Poem by Jaimee Dorsey
The sun. It's so warm. It hits my face like a wave of breath that I have been keeping in my lungs. So afraid of letting it out. So scared.
Let it out. Escape from the frozen air that has chilled even my marrow. My teeth have been playing songs for so long; my mouth chattering to the beat of my heart.
Heart beating. I want to be loved, but there are so many scars. Who would want someone this disfigured? All alone in the darkness I sit until the day the scars heal.
Push out the dark. Let light fill me. Fill every part of me like the water of a deep sea as a ship fades into the waves.
But, what is my sea? If I breathe in the salty air, will my skin dry out until there is nothing left but a statue dedicated to my old self. I become a doll being posed to fit the life of the people around me.
Again comes the warm breeze. The leaves dance like a ballet of colors in the autumn sky.
I wish I could be those leaves. Still I stand in fear. What if I was hated for my dance? Would it be that bad if I stood out? Can I be different and still be happy?
Dark thoughts plague me. The candle in my window is dying down. Where will the light come from now?
I feel like no one sees the pain. No one sees the scars. If they do, they leave me to fall regardless. The hole I slip into seems to only get deeper. Still no one reaches out their hands. How deep will they let me fall? How deep will I let myself fall?
A voice breaks through, sounding like a babbling brook and the clap of thunder. Comfort and fear flow in all at once; but no darkness, only light.
All i can hear is his whisper. 'I love you. Follow me and you will never be alone again. I will pull you from the hole. You are so beautiful to me. Now live.'
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