SafetyA Story by BetsyMy whole life I’ve had unsteady homes and
irresponsible parenting. I grew up afraid of being made fun of because I was
constantly being tossed between my mother and father. They didn’t have money to
buy me the clothes that the popular crowd had. They barely had money for food.
My father spent his money on drugs and my mother just didn’t care to work. This
sent me into a constant sense of panic around people and the probability of not
being accepted. It’s always been important to me to have a safe place to go and
I didn’t always have that. For me, a safe place that I can always disappear to
is not an actual place. In fact, this place is somewhere I can go no matter
where I happen to be. All I have to do is close my eyes and I’m transported to
the salty mist beach, with the wind mixing into my hair, creating a messy tangle
of locks. My dress stretches behind me creating the illusion of waves. I wear
no makeup, but my blue eyes pop all the same. In this moment, I am as
breathtaking as the moon's reflection on the water. I feel beautiful down to my
core. The laughter of my best friends, Jake and Sarah, floats back to me while
I walk shoulder to shoulder with Matt. They comfort me and I can see that
everyone feels at home here in this place I’ve created. We watch the shadows as
they captivate us with their dance. There's something beautifully mysterious
about the way the dark conceals the bad. It’s almost as if the shadows are
taking away the negative, allowing the moon to awaken the positive. We feel
immortal, our skin glowing luminescent in it's pale light. It’s like something
out of our favorite book or movie. Right now I expect slow motion to start as
we dance on the beach allowing the joy of night and freedom encircle us.
Everything and everyone belong as one; the splashing sound of water as our feet
disrupt the calmness and the way we walk hand in hand, without a care in the
world. We belong here as our creative selves because this is my world. This is
the place that I am completely content because I can want someone to hold me, to tell me
that everything's alright. I can tell someone to leave me alone and they’ll
understand my fear of crowds. I can need them to make me feel beautiful and
make me laugh through my tears. I can want all of that and have the most
important things be laughter and happiness. That’s what happens here, where my mind runs free. It creates a beautiful fantasy
where I'm allowed to feel infinite. I open my eyes with a feeling
calm, relaxation and more importantly, safety. © 2015 Betsy |
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Added on February 6, 2015 Last Updated on February 6, 2015 AuthorBetsyMAAboutHaii. I'm 18 and I have a passion. Writing is my life, savior, escape. However, it is also my sadness, depression and past. I've been told that my words can bring tears to people's eyes in sadness yet.. more..Writing
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