A story for the broken

1/11/2012. A spoken word poem.

It’s on nights like these

You feel like it isn’t worth

Going on another day

It hurts too bad

When you try to stay

It feels like your only options

Are the razor blade

Or leaving this place

 

But before you give up

Let me tell you a story

 

This isn’t an ordinary story

It’s a true story

But at the same time

I’m making it up right now

 

There was this girl

Her name was Abigail

Abigail was a caterpillar

 

She was born with many siblings

Lots of brothers and lots of sisters

They were a pretty happy family

 

But when they were still young

All of her siblings were murdered

As were her parents

Abigail was left completely alone

 

It took her a little while to get the

Hang of surviving on her own

But eventually she did

 

It was just after she got used to living on her own

That it seemed like things when downhill again

 

Abigail liked food. A lot.

She couldn’t control herself

She tried eating healthy things

Like salad and fruit

But she ate so much that even

The healthy food made her gain weight

 

She ate food

She dreamed food

She lived food

Abigail became obsessed with food

 

As if being overweight

Wasn’t bad enough

She was constantly made fun of

Because of her eating habits

 

Abigail’s biggest dream

Was to fall in love

But it seemed impossible

Because she was always torn down

 

She used to think that

If someone would just give her a chance

They would maybe possibly like her

And someday they might even

Fall in love with her

She was sure they true beauty

Was stored in her heart

Not in how thin her body was

 

But as the bullying continued

She decided she wasn’t beautiful

Not even on the inside

 

It was at this point

Abigail decided to commit suicide

 

She didn’t have pills

She didn’t have a knife

She didn’t have anything that kills

Or anything to take her life

 

She was sitting in her room

When she decided to die

And the only thing near

Was a silk blanket

 

She decided that she would suffocate

Herself with the silk blanket

Slowly, she wrapped herself in silk

She took one deep breath

And she squeezed her eyes tight

Though as she released that last breath

Her eyes relaxed

 

But she didn’t die

No, she didn’t

She opened her eyes

When she awoke

She felt like she was in a new life

She looked in the mirror

Abigail was a butterfly

 

She had to endure the trials of life

In order to become the beauty

That is a butterfly

 

In the deepest pain

Abigail found life

 

Just when the caterpillar

Thought her world was over

She became a butterfly

Reviews

[nosyboraha]

Many girls feel like Abigail nowadays...and if they read this, they could understand that after all, they'll become a beautiful and amazing butterfly, because they are amazing caterpillars.

[Kupendwa]

That's my goal. I just want people to see that good can come after the bad.