Tag: Poetry

my own writings

October 6, 2016.

“Our backs tells stories no books have the spine to carry.”

2 years ago today.

It was like any other morning.

Until it wasn’t.

For a second, I lost track of all time.

Everything went black.

I didn’t feel anything. I can’t recall much of the wreck while it was happening because I was so mesmerized by the angel that was sitting in the front seat of my car beside me with their hand on mine. I remember feeling my car leave the ground; the jolt that threw my head against the top of my car, but that’s about it. And then I remember coming too; smoke circling the space around me from the air bag exploding, high pitched ringing in my ears, the feeling of blood dripping from my nose, and me being absolutely dismayed.

Shattered glass surrounded me. My windshield was basically gone. There was only one layer of my driver side door protecting me from the outside. My sunroof was caved in and half of my trunk was in the back seat.

“Hello, ma’am, are you there?”

My car automatically called 911 when the air bags deployed. Still in shock, I remember replying “I’ve been in a wreck,” and her saying “someone is on the way,”. I look down and somehow, my phone is in my lap. With trembling hands, I managed to text my mom the same words: I’ve been in a wreck.

My logic was out the window and calling wasn’t really an option as I couldn’t muster up the willpower to speak.

I pulled my mirror down to examine my face.

My cheek was already starting to swell. My eye was bruising quickly. My lip was busted and I could taste salty blood on my tongue. Over-all though, I didn’t look THAT bad.

And then I remembered I shouldn’t move. Something could be broke or on the verge of breaking and I didn’t want to potentially paralyze myself. I did however try and wiggle my toes. I prayed before I did so. I was sure I wouldn’t be able too. But I did. That’s when I felt a stabbing pain in my back and it hurt to breathe… panic was setting.

My back. My back. My back. Is it broken?

The man I got in the wreck with quickly came to my side. He managed to maneuver himself in the back seat behind me. All I could do was apologize over and over and over again.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.

Despite me being the one who caused the wreck, he held my hand and told me it was going to be okay. He did not leave my side until the ambulance got there.

They thought my Ford Focus was a hatchback. It wasn’t.

They weren’t even sure how I was alive. Conscious. Aware and awake.

How did my 104 pound body survive a car flipping and rolling 6 times? My body may have been little and fragile, but my God is not. That’s when I knew that the angel I had witness during my blackout was real. I truly believe it was not a figment of my imagination.

The ride to the hospital was fuzzy. I was still in panic mode and the anxiety was starting to show, so they pumped me with medicine that made me feel numb, but also really sick to my stomach.

By this time, I was in a neck brace and they had me strapped down flat on my back on a gurney.

“She has a fractured L1 and slight fracture on L2,”.

My back isn’t broken, but damaged. I could live with that, I thought.

Nobody could have ever prepared me for the months that followed this day. I was forced to realize how important it is to appreciate the little things; like having a non fracture spine.

It hurt to walk.

It hurt to breathe.

It REALLY hurt to sneeze.

I couldn’t walk up steps by myself.

I couldn’t shower alone because the moment my hands went over my head a searing pain would shoot throughout my entire back.

I couldn’t sleep because of the pressure.

I couldn’t even brush my own hair.

And let’s not forget my lovely back brace.

I could go on and on about how hard I struggled. About how many nights I spent crying and asking God “why?”.

And the truth is:

I lost myself for a while. I lost friends. I lost my confidence. I lost a lot of my faith. I felt like the world was out to get me and that I wasn’t strong enough mentally to get myself through this. There was so much pain I’d have to endure to get back to how I partially was before.

But giving up and throwing myself a pity party was not an option. So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I fought. Everyday I fought to walk. To do my hair. To step up steps. To sleep the way I use to. To pick things up. To shower alone.

I wasn’t happy and I felt weak, but I fought.

And only now do I realize how strong I truly was/am.

Every day I thank God for flipping my world upside down. If not for that, I don’t think I’d be who I am today. I appreciate the little things more than I ever did before. My faith is bigger than it was. And now I know I am capable of fighting a fight, no matter how big and scary it may seem.

I still have my days. Some days I curse and scream and get beyond frustrated with myself. Some days I push my body to hard, forgetting I am a little bit more fragile than I was once before. And of course having to really understand and process the fact that my back will NEVER be the same was a challenge itself.

I can’t ride roller coasters. I can’t lift up heavy things like I use too. Running too much will make it hurt, but I’ve learned to work around these things.

Everyday is a new day.

Everyday is a new day to fight a fight that you’re scared you can’t win.

Believe you can, and you will.

I did. So can you.

I can hands down say that that was probably one of the worst years of my life, but also the most humbling. I’ve learned so much about just life in general and personal strength; I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m a firm believer that our experiences make us into who we are, and you have the choice to either let it mold you in a positive or negative way.

Half of your battle will always be in your head, the other half will always be how hard you are willing to try.

Now mentally, I’m stronger than I ever have been. I have conditioned myself to treat hard situations as learning lessons. And I know I have the will power to handle anything that comes my way.

October 6, 2016 will forever be engraved in brain.

The fact that I got through it though, will be too.

I am a fighter.

There is beauty in pain.

Because once one fights through the pain, they shine. They shine a light so bright that it is infectious.

And what a lovely site it is to see; to watch someone piece themselves back together after they’ve fallen apart.

It is a reminder that no matter what one may go through, we have the ability to lift ourselves out of the darkness we’ve fallen into.

The most beautiful people are normally the most broken ones; they know how to survive.

They know what it takes to fight through the pain.

And you can too, you just have to muster of the strength and courage to choose to not let the worst things in life get the best of you.

You can be one of the beautifully broken ones; the fighter that did, the fighter that survived.

choose to live.

One thing that’s extremely difficult for people to realize is that they’re half the reason for their unhappiness.

Yes, I understand and I am fully aware that depression and anxiety are chemical imbalances in ones brain, but when push comes to shove, 50% of the battle is your attitude.

The way you perceive things.

Some choose to see the glass half empty, when they should be trying to see the glass half full.

Life often throws us curveballs that many of us are not ready for. It’s okay to get knocked down. It’s okay to break and bend and feel nothing but negative emotions, pain, sorrow, and hurt. It’s human nature.

Without the bad days, without the days that make you want to give up, the days that push your buttons the most, the good days wouldn’t be worth it. Bad days prepare you for the better days that are coming. You have to persevere.

It can’t and won’t rain forever. The sun will always come out again. Remind yourself of this.

That’s why it is so important to pick yourself back up. It is your job to help yourself grow. You are the only one who can make the changes in your life that you want to see.

You. You. You.

The only person that holds the key to your happiness is YOU.

Turn negative experiences into positives ones by learning from them. Allow yourself to flourish from this. Just because something doesn’t go your way, doesn’t mean it is the end. Like I said, it’s all about perspective.

You are in charge. Nobody else. Just YOU. Do you understand?

Think of all of the things you could make happen if you actually put your mind to it. You are capable of anything. If you don’t at least try, you will never get results.

You will stagnantly stay in the same murky water if you do not take the first step to make it clean.

So, I urge you all to make it your mission in life to push yourself, even when times are hard. Do not let yourself falter and stay. Be your own motivation. Let the idea of a better life be your motivation.

You must take care your of your mind, body, and soul for this to happen. You must put yourself first. You have to make yourself a priority.

With that being said, I hope that whoever is having a hard time, will be able to muster up the strength and courage to choose to live. Wipe the dirt off of your pants, pat your eyes dry, pick yourself up, and GO.

Go live. You owe yourself that much.

You are in control.

love love love

For a long time my heart was locked up and hidden from the world. I let myself become an emotionless, cold bitch. I paid no one attention. They didn’t deserve my time of day. I was convinced that men were all dogs, jerks, & monsters waiting to break me.

But then you came around and BAM!

Everything changed.

All walls were let down.

My heart completely melted. And suddenly, guys weren’t as horrible to me as they were before.

You instantly caught my eye. There was just something about you that I wanted to know more about.

Everything about you intrigued me. The way you spoke, the way you moved, how you analyzed things. But mostly, I loved how easily you let me into your world, and how easily I let you into mine.

You started to actually become more than just some person to me. You started to unfold before my eyes. And let me tell you, I was scared. I was scared because you made me feel alive. My feelings for you over time began to blossom and grow. They grew fast.

And before I knew it I was telling myself you were the kind of guy I could fall in love with.

After everything I’ve been through, I would have never thought I’d find myself wanting to feel something for someone again. This time it was different. You were different.

And now here I am, completely in awe of my feelings for you.

I love you and all that you are.

You’ve turned my world upside down and made me realize that it’s okay to let someone want and care for me. For so long I was sheltered and cared for no one but myself. Not anymore.

I care about you. And more often than not, I find myself wanting you; longing for your touch, to be completely intertwined with your body and soul.

You’re beautiful to me and I hope that you never slip through my fingers. You are the closest thing to perfect I’ve ever encountered and that’s something I don’t ever want to lose.

This is me.

The young woman behind these words.

For so long, I was absolutely terrified to show the world what I could really do; what I was capable of. I told myself that writing was silly and nobody would care. I had this notion that nobody would like what I had to say. I told myself that I more than likely would fail horribly at trying to put my words down in a constructive and precise way; in a way that would be able to connect with others. Then a friend of my said, “Why do you care? Why is is that you are so worried about what others think? If you truly love to write, then write. Just do it,” She then preceded to ask me to share some of my writings, my sacred, secret writings. So… I did. I collected some of the things I’ve wrote over the years and I hit the send button. And to my surprise, my friend actually liked what I had wrote. I couldn’t believe it. I thought that surely my friend was just being nice. I kind of shook it off, thanked her for her kind words, and went on with my day.

Not to long after that, I was out at a bar with a group of friends.

I was introduced to a woman whom was friends with one of my friends. We began to talk and somehow ended up on “what we like to do” topics. All sorts of things crossed my mind, and I thought about not even mentioning it with the fear of being looked down on, but I said it anyways.

“I like to write,” I held my breath and waited for the criticism to come. It didn’t, though. I looked at her and a smirk had spread across her face. “I write too! Do you mind if I could read something of yours?”

We ended up chatting some more and later on that night I eventually let her read something very personal I had wrote. And again, to my surprise, she loved it.

Thats all I needed.

My fire was fueled.

It’s crazy how a little encouragement can change your outlook on what you do. It definitely gave me the confidence I needed, the push I needed to pursue my writing again.

I’m a little rusty, but I am getting there.

Thank you all for reading my blog. I appreciate it more than you know and I’m so excited to be apart of a wonderful writing community.

There comes a point in your life when you have to stop kidding yourself. No, not everything is gonna be okay. No, things are not gonna work out how you would like them too. And no, you will not always get what you deserve. Life is not fair and it never will be. And a majority of the time, the people in your life who swear to god they care more than anyone else, don’t. You’d think that after a while you’d actually stop and realize these things. But you get so caught up with the glass being half full, that you forget that it also can be half empty. That’s the gist of it all. Not everything will be happy go lucky and not everything is gonna end up the way it’s suppose too. This is not a story line or a movie or something anyone has any control over, it’s just life and we have to deal with it the best that we can and go with it. As much as it sucks, and as much as it may hurt, you just have to take it and run. Because this is all you’ve got. This life is all anyone has and if you don’t take it and run, you will find yourself lost, alone, and nothing to be proud of or to show for. My point is, more than often, life will hurt more than it will feel good. And people have yet to accept or realize it and it will be what kills us in the end. But throughout it all, there will be those little moments that light up your sky and fill the emptiness inside of you and make things just the slightest bit better. It may be just a little something, but hidden away in this horrible world, there are little things – little moments, that make living in this hell worth it. But never, never, try to kid yourself. This is life, and it is not fair and it never will be. Happy endings do not exist, dear. This is reality. It is real, and real is not perfect or ideal. Do NOT kid yourself.

she thinks she’s a thorn, but little does she know, she’s a rose

you look at yourself and you see flaws

you see imperfections

you pick out the things you

hate about yourself

the things you can’t stand

the things that make you feel ugly

unworthy

but you are far from that, my dear

your imperfections,

they make you who you are

they make you YOU

where you see imperfections,

others see beauty

– she thinks she’s a thorn, but

little does she know, she’s a rose

she didn’t know it, but

when I looked at her

her eyes reminded me of emerald

and they sparkled in the sun

her smile was as beautiful as

a Sunday morning sunrise

she smelled of lavender

her voice was sweet like honey

and when she laughed,

it infected all of those around her

her lips were like velvet on my skin

and when she touched me,

it was like she ignited flames within me

she made feel, she made me feel alive

she made the world a better place

but she didn’t know it

everyday is a struggle for her

she has to viciously fight the demons out of her head

she constantly finds herself wishing she was dead

some days, she is like sunshine

and other days she is like the rain

but she always has the courage to wake up and try again

– her depression will not win