We all have a story...
we all have a past…
written on our arms ink dripping ink from our fingertips.
A story of a past so cold, filled with lost hope and smoke…
from the burning of the journal entries we wrote…
but, never revealed, the pages unburned to a single living soul...
you lived, but life didn’t feel like a present..
you always seemed to feel the same feeling,
emotions felt controlled by a song stuck on repeat..
bringing the same sorrow filled feelings as it did yesterday.
You went to sleep at midnight, 2 am, or 3,
you cried yourself to sleep.
Waking up and falling into the same routine
nothing, seemed to change...
I fell for him too hard and too fast, revealed to him
the dusted tear stained pages of my past, let him inside
of me to glimpse what made me weak, scream, and bleed.
I stood on the edge of a cliff handing him a letter that spelled
out 3 words …”I love you”!...I was a fool to name us forever…
because before I could stop being a fool he cut us into
2 separate pieces
by saying “I don’t love you anymore”!... The lights dimmed
more and more, as the seconds of realization that it was real sunk in.
The days felt light years,
a never ending cycle of asking myself
“why were you such a fool?”...
We tried to be friends...but I was still holding on to the reminnes
of the feelings that were only held onto only by me...he pushed me
out of his life leaving to remember
him by the sentence; “ I didn’t want to know you anymore,
you were a mistake, and i’m sorry I ever said hello”...
I was lying on the cold floor with a chill of
loneliness running through me. He came back with a different name…
Bully...Telling me what my name means; annoying, bitch, slut, and ugly.
Darkness was all around me... I was broken when I called out to God
saying “shine your light upon me I want to see!”, despite all the mistakes
I had made and the sins of my past, with his everlasting Grace he answered
me with healing...and he’ll answer you if you simply ask,
and believe that he can do anything.
Look out into the crowd...what do you see?...
faces, what do you see, did I confuse you what
do you see?, are these faces just faces with an unknown
story, are names just names with no meaning?.
Once upon a time we all walked on a wretched path,
but now we live in the now..
But for one moment...look backwards onto the past…
retrace your steps, re-read the book.
Don’t treat your story like a tragedy.
Write your story in journals, poems, and in songs,
write your story all over your arms, take a spray paint
can and turn them into graffiti all over these plain boring walls,
and dare to look for a deeper meaning in everything you
thought you knew but don’t know still.
Because these stories are not just stories,
they are footsteps that lead us to the present.
We all have a story...we all have a past…
written on our arms ink dripping from our fingertips.
And though these stories don’t make us smile, dare to smile to know
that they brought you to where you are now, and after you’ve written them
down leave it there to lay,
and dare to move forward and take the road less traveled today...
So now I have one question to ask you, what’s your story?
~ Hailey Vella
we all have a past…
written on our arms ink dripping ink from our fingertips.
A story of a past so cold, filled with lost hope and smoke…
from the burning of the journal entries we wrote…
but, never revealed, the pages unburned to a single living soul...
you lived, but life didn’t feel like a present..
you always seemed to feel the same feeling,
emotions felt controlled by a song stuck on repeat..
bringing the same sorrow filled feelings as it did yesterday.
You went to sleep at midnight, 2 am, or 3,
you cried yourself to sleep.
Waking up and falling into the same routine
nothing, seemed to change...
I fell for him too hard and too fast, revealed to him
the dusted tear stained pages of my past, let him inside
of me to glimpse what made me weak, scream, and bleed.
I stood on the edge of a cliff handing him a letter that spelled
out 3 words …”I love you”!...I was a fool to name us forever…
because before I could stop being a fool he cut us into
2 separate pieces
by saying “I don’t love you anymore”!... The lights dimmed
more and more, as the seconds of realization that it was real sunk in.
The days felt light years,
a never ending cycle of asking myself
“why were you such a fool?”...
We tried to be friends...but I was still holding on to the reminnes
of the feelings that were only held onto only by me...he pushed me
out of his life leaving to remember
him by the sentence; “ I didn’t want to know you anymore,
you were a mistake, and i’m sorry I ever said hello”...
I was lying on the cold floor with a chill of
loneliness running through me. He came back with a different name…
Bully...Telling me what my name means; annoying, bitch, slut, and ugly.
Darkness was all around me... I was broken when I called out to God
saying “shine your light upon me I want to see!”, despite all the mistakes
I had made and the sins of my past, with his everlasting Grace he answered
me with healing...and he’ll answer you if you simply ask,
and believe that he can do anything.
Look out into the crowd...what do you see?...
faces, what do you see, did I confuse you what
do you see?, are these faces just faces with an unknown
story, are names just names with no meaning?.
Once upon a time we all walked on a wretched path,
but now we live in the now..
But for one moment...look backwards onto the past…
retrace your steps, re-read the book.
Don’t treat your story like a tragedy.
Write your story in journals, poems, and in songs,
write your story all over your arms, take a spray paint
can and turn them into graffiti all over these plain boring walls,
and dare to look for a deeper meaning in everything you
thought you knew but don’t know still.
Because these stories are not just stories,
they are footsteps that lead us to the present.
We all have a story...we all have a past…
written on our arms ink dripping from our fingertips.
And though these stories don’t make us smile, dare to smile to know
that they brought you to where you are now, and after you’ve written them
down leave it there to lay,
and dare to move forward and take the road less traveled today...
So now I have one question to ask you, what’s your story?
~ Hailey Vella