The Welkin 2013 | Page 9

Paper Birds on Broken Strings It’s the smallest thing but, it’s something I can’t live without Something I can’t let go of Something that controls me Scars me, abuses me, kills me But, when I see that bone shining, ever so brightly under the bathroom light, I can’t help but, feel complete again. The countless hours forcing what I hated, but, my body starved and cried for, were no longer in vain The memories I’ll never get to see, the friends I’d forgotten, just to avoid tainting the beautiful image I saw The disappointment on my face, the smile on my mother’s, were enough. I was enough. Light enough, broken enough, free enough to make my own decisions No one could stop me, or the “me” inside the person I saw in the mirror was only the reflection  of  the  monster  I  saw  inside the one I tried to run away from but, running wasn’t enough this time And as I stare into that empty abyss, I can’t help but, feel complete again. This  was  one  mistake  I  wasn’t  ready  to  fix nor did I ever want to. I  was  finally  beautiful, a beautiful, little fool. - Brianne Berlin Art By JoHanna Loar