The first time i took a breath, I cried to the world. And my Father held me close to his heart. He cooed at me, he told me that I need not cry.
The first time I felt a boys touch, I stayed up all night. The feeling of him lingered in my thoughts. I wrote. I wrote, but I could never completely capture the feeling in words.
The first time I learned to write, I wrote myself a sea. I dug my roots and my feelings into the words. I haven’t stopped basking in that sea. I take a deep breath. Slowly unravel the rope that holds my ship. Then I take it to my sea. The adventures and feelings come as the tide rolls on. I am an island, and I cannot stray from my sea that surrounds my life.
The first time, I hurt someone. I hung my head.
The first time I walked into high school, I held onto the shoes on my feet. They were my dignity. Yes they got dirty in the process, the shoe laces black from many times when dirt was kicked on me. The sols worn thin from running away from lies. Running away from those eyes that would stare into my life. Running, running always running. But I came out of the journey bearing my shoes. I came away from the battle with my dignity.
