I see you, I hear you, I feel you; I am you

I see you, I hear you, I feel you; I am you.


I see you;
ten years old: feeling lost, eyes filled with worry.
I see the tears falling on your journal pages as you’re writing about how you don’t fit in as well as you “think’ you should.
I see how you look in the mirror and pull at your clothes that hug you, just a little too tight.
I see you hurting and hiding as your half-brother and his friends call you names that cut your flesh so deep they leave open wounds that continuously bleed.
I see you lying wide awake each night, living in fear of the monster that lurks just beyond your bedroom door.
I see you longing to have your innocence back, to just be a kid, to not know all the darkness.

I hear you;
fourteen years old: screaming so loud to fit in.
I hear your own harsh words cutting through your fat like a hot knife through butter.
I hear you smothering out your pain with laughter when others are around.
I hear your sneakers on pavement as you force yourself to run and keep up with the other cheerleaders in hopes you find your place to fit in.
I hear your soul slowly starting to find it’s voice.
I hear you starting to say “I am me, I have made it this far, I will be okay.”

I feel you;
eighteen years old and taking on a new chapter for this never ending book.
I feel your heart breaking as you lost your best friend and forget the strength he raised you to have.
I feel your hands shaking as you pick up all the broken pieces that were left, shattered, on the ground.
I feel you slipping into a dark rabbit whole of chaos and meltdowns with blood running down your hands from all those shattered pieces.
I feel you forgetting that you need to love yourself if you ever want to be loved, whole heartedly, in return.
I feel you fading into the night.

I see you;
twenty two years old and crawling out of the never ending black hole.
I see you fighting to find your place in this world, again & letting light shine back in.
I see you remembering what it means to laugh, i mean truly belly laugh, with your best friends.
I see you letting yourself fall in love with someone.
I see you allowing others to take a peak at the chapters you almost tore out of your story book.
I see you remembering who you are and the dreams you have always had, tucked inside.

I hear you;
twenty five years old: believing in yourself and finding your place.
I hear you praying for peace and understanding of the chapters of your life that led you to be in this moment.
I hear you telling the world who you are with a shaky voice but at least you are trying
I hear you reminding yourself that you are important and you matter.
I hear you remembering that you don’t have to be so hard on yourself.
I hear you sharing your stories of life’s adventures with those around you.

I feel you;
twenty seven years old and living each day with love and purpose.
I feel you making decisions to better yourself and your future.
I feel you laughing without hesitations or fear of what others may or may not think of you, body or mind.
I feel you dancing the night away because you are now married to someone who adds to your life.
I feel your heart beating and wide open because you have allowed some to see all the good and bad inside of you.
I feel you showing and sharing more love, for yourself and others, than you ever thought possible.

I am you;
twenty nine years old and madly in love with every word, page, and chapter of your story.
I am you and cherish each piece of the puzzle that now fits together so well.
I am you and I know there will be hard moments but that this will always be a beautiful life.
I am you and I treasure the scars and battle wounds that tell the story of where you have been.
I see you; I hear you; I feel you – and I am proud that I am you.

Desiree Angelica Young

01/22/2019

 

Well, if you read this far – THANK YOU. thank you. Thank You. ❤️❤️❤️

I know some times I stray from my normal VSG discussions. I’d say sorry, however, I’m really not. 🤷‍♀️😂🤷‍♀️. 🙂 I like to write about anything and everything, more than just life around VSG. I used to write poetry CONSTANTLY. A lot of my teachers/friends still have some embarrassing pieces, I’m sure. And one of my dear, sweet friends once wrote a letter to me after reading my poetry binder saying she wanted to read the poem I wrote when I found my happiness – Well Keke, here is it. -❤️ thank you for always encouraging me to keep writing and finding my happiness.

While the poem isn’t the traditional rhyming poem I tend to write it is my story. It’s the story of the bad, scary, dark and the good, beautiful, and light of this wonderful life I have and am continuing to live. What better place to share that than on MY website?! 🤷‍♀️

As always, ANY and ALL feedback is totally welcome. Questions are always encouraged and I am open to creative criticism.

THANK YOU❤️THANK YOU❤️THANK YOU.

8 thoughts on “I see you, I hear you, I feel you; I am you

  1. So happy you can look back over your past and realize all of the positive things that have gotten you where you are today!!
    Looking forward to your next post! 😊
    Shelly

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    1. It hasn’t always been easy to look back and appreciate where I’ve been and things I’ve went through but now I am so fortunate to be able to do just that!
      Thank you for your continued support and encouragement to keep writing! ❤️

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  2. Wow! I am moved from your writing. It seems you have broken a lot of bad you have endured. Love seeing /reading stories especially ones I have known since a child. 💕

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