Thursday, August 4, 2011
S T R E N G T H
It’s been 4 years, 3 days, 8 hours and 19 minutes since her body decided to leave Mother Earth(though, for how many years she sunk her hands in it and produced such beautiful fruits, veggies and flowers she didn’t want to be buried in it), since she decided to follow me around in spirit. No phone calls, no birthday presents(though every year on my birthday, if I turn the radio on, I’ll hear “Sweet Child O’ Mine” by Guns N Roses — she sang it to me when I was a baby) and no Valentine’s candies on my pillow when I get home from school. But, you know what? Finally, after 4 years, I know I made it this far from what she showed me through her sickness, through my childhood, and will continue to do so throughout my life — S T R E N G T H. That’s one of the best things a parent can teach a child; how to live through life’s hardest times to get to the better ones.
4 years ago, I didn’t think that I’d be sharing a home with an amazing partner, 3 temperamental felines(who are currently, all 3 of them, sleeping on their backs with their tongues out) and a 4 legged pal of the dog variety. I didn’t think that I’d even be alive. I was out to destroy myself and don’t get in my way when I want to do something please. Running away to Indiana was the best part about this, because as Indiana drew in on a close for me, a news reporter in Texas was waving his hands, surrendering and telling me to come smell his beard.
I thoroughly believe that bad things happen so that good things can have room to come in, because if yr already down and out, you can only go up right?
I wrote this last night, and posted it on my Tumblr, but felt, for archival reasons, I'd post it here too.