Gentle Anguish (Written in the beginning of year 7, 2012)

Endora

Period Three

August 29^th, 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.