Endora
Period Three
August 29th, 2012
Gentle Anguish
I am told I was born amidst an
evasive, beautiful day in Seattle,
The December sun lighting my
face.
I remember crying the night
my dad left my mom,
Staring at an empty closet,
like staring at what was left of the families’ soul.
I’ve learned that if you want
to find true friends of any sort,
You must peel away layers of
that person.
I have seen my friend’s
shocked faces when I said I was moving to Santa Barbara,
Their horror making me able
to mask my own excitement.
I’ve seen things that make me
cringe,
But even more things that make me smile
I’ve learned that even though
some people laugh and tease at your expense,
True friends stand up for you,
and that some of our best friends are ourselves, that sometimes we must not
wait for a handsome prince to save us, but we have to be our own saviors.
I’ve sobbed in gentle anguish
of dead pets,
Dead love, dead dreams.
I’ve seen my brother laugh in
happiness,
Cry in sadness and fear,
And rule the hearts of
everyone around him.
I’ve seen people who’s hearts
are so broken and fractured, they almost throw themselves into the fire,
Seen even more golden hearts
that have made everyone around them beam in joy.
I’ve learned to have true happiness;
you must first have true sorrow.
