June 26, 2017

I Will Not Tell you of my Suffering. {Poem}

I will not tell you of my suffering.


I am beyond that.

I will tell you how I am worthy of gold,

how I can be the fullest version of myself.

I will speak to you of lightness;

how it feels to have cheeks hurt from smiling,

eyes stained with sunshine,

moving through the world

with the knowledge that I am loved

in every inch of my skin,

cared for

and taken care of.

I will tell you of the books I will write,

the millions I will make,

the existence I will lead,

walking with my head tall

and my heart full,

giving as much as I receive.

And I will expose my neck

to the expansive sky

in laughter,

for I now know

that I have been carrying suffering

like a 23-year-old suitcase

chained to my ankle,

without knowing

that the key was in my pocket

all along

to set me free.



Author: Annabelle Blythe
Image: Author’s own
Editor: Nicole Cameron
Copy Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Social Editor: Catherine Monkman

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