I will not tell you of my suffering.
No—
I am beyond that.
I will tell you how I am worthy of gold,
how I can be the fullest version of myself.
I will speak to you of lightness;
how it feels to have cheeks hurt from smiling,
eyes stained with sunshine,
moving through the world
with the knowledge that I am loved
in every inch of my skin,
cared for
and taken care of.
I will tell you of the books I will write,
the millions I will make,
the existence I will lead,
walking with my head tall
and my heart full,
giving as much as I receive.
And I will expose my neck
to the expansive sky
in laughter,
for I now know
that I have been carrying suffering
like a 23-year-old suitcase
chained to my ankle,
without knowing
that the key was in my pocket
all along
to set me free.
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Author: Annabelle Blythe
Image: Author’s own
Editor: Nicole Cameron
Copy Editor: Yoli Ramazzina
Social Editor: Catherine Monkman
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