Within Its Banks
Location
Past:
A girl.
Afraid.
Terrified of her own self,
Because it had become the unknown.
The girl
She saw
In the mirror
Had become
One she no longer recognized.
Because that girl
Had a new label etched into her soul.
Within a matter of seconds,
Her life had been flipped upside down,
And turned inside out,
At the command of
Just one word,
Four syllables,
And eight letters.
E P I L E P S Y
Had become her new identity,
The only reason people had begun to turn heads at her,
The only reason she would get all the attention,
And the only time she didn't want any of it.
But as she walked through thick walls of pity,
In the seemingly never-ending halls of silence,
She heard a familiar voice in the distance.
Hey, champ!
It called.
And all of a sudden,
She realized,
She was,
Is,
And always will be,
That same girl,
Who was,
In fact,
Unlabelled,
At least,
To those that mattered.
Present:
Dear Mr. L.,
There are a few people
That took more weight off of my shoulders
Than they added.
You're one of the few.
When my world was imploding,
Caving in on itself,
You helped me build a structure,
An internal framework,
One that nobody,
Not even myself,
Could tear down.
On my road to recovery,
You helped me fill my potholes,
And checked my oil,
To see if I was truly up and running.
You found the holes in my plot,
And the cracks in my facade,
But instead of using them
To tear me apart,
You used them
To let the light shine through.
You helped me realize
That not everything bruised
Is broken,
And not everything lustrous,
Is perfect.
You taught me to be humble,
Through all of my highs
And all of my lows.
But most importantly,
You taught me that the only way
I could be happy,
Was if I put myself first.
You taught me that self-love
Wasn’t selfish,
And before I could love others,
I had to love myself.
Because an empty heart
Could only supply the love it contained,
Just like an empty river,
Could only distribute the water
It held within its banks.
Sent 10:34 PM
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