The courage it takes to share your story might be the very thing someone else needs to open their heart to hope
The courage it takes to share your story might be the very thing someone else needs to open their heart to hope
Jessica McGee, she/her, co-chair
Water droplets make friends, Multiply amongst themselves. Gather on the tile and puddles at my feet when the story begins. A water droplet transforms into a stream, As I scream In my head because I don’t want to distract you from your daydream. How kind of me. ~ Can I tell you a secret? I do not know how to organize my thoughts. When I pay attention to the little whispers in my head, I lose sense of time, Sense of self, Sense of sense. Take a trip with my best friend, Dissociation. Tear myself apart before I blindly piece my being together. ~ On second thought, I do not want to think about it anymore… Forcing the hinges shut. Water droplets turning my skin red and adore, The tingling sensation reminds me of a cigarette butt. Something to ease the disease that is my mind. Add it to the bill and tip the waiter. Another destructive hobby outlined. Makes me question my creator. ~ Am I who I thought I would be? Looking at the boxes of personality characteristics. All I see is what I am not. Remembering that we are all boiled down to statistics. I matched my goals and followed my passions. Lost what was important. Strangers pass by without compassion, Spare a glance and I’m barely a portrait. Do I even notice? ~ Do I even notice… My daydream does not have the decency to ask for my consideration. Reflective rumination. To be honest, It's kind of bogus. When I pay attention to the little whispers in my head, I lose myself and get lost till I'm out of focus. ~ I thank the plumbers for their hard work. Their effort frozen in time. Meanwhile, I’m stuck with the jerk That I’m. You might think it is silly… You.
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