Putting ME Into Words.

Who am I?

I often ask myself, 

And then wonder how foolish it sounds to ask myself that question,

I try to put ME - Sarah, into words,

But to my horror, I am left ghosted.

Sometimes I feel like a lost soul,

dancing through a water garden.

My hands brush across the huddled bunches of dahlia's and hydrangeas,

as I pirouette perfectly through the grass.

Smelling the fresh spring water I lean over the river bank and stare into the pond,

and there she is, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen

Staring back at me with her jet black eyes.

The hair that hangs down her hair is like a golden fleece,

Flying with the wind just like mine.

But slowly she starts to fade,

The image gets blurrier by the second and I am caught in a sea of confusion.

I open my eyes with a bolt,

There is no longer a paradise garden.

Four black walls surrounded me,

Beaming at me in an extremely uncomfortable manner.

Stuck to the ground I felt a dangerous movement.

The walls were creeping in,

Like a sly monster lurking towards its meal.

My delicate body now shivering, 

My teeth clattering against each other rapidly.

Panic and anxiety pouncing on me, throwing and tossing me left and right,

Waterfalls roll down my eyes as I feel the walls slowly squishing me to my end.

This is ME,

This is SARAH,

I am a teenager in a small city, trying to find the meaning of ME.

I am a free soul and a confused individual.

My happiest as well as saddest times define me.

I may have thousands of faults but that makes me unique,

I may not be perfect and that makes me common.

The English language has innumerable words,

But they cannot describe me.