Wake Me UpA Story by Kathryn SmithI want a little warmth but who is going to save a little warmth or me? I'm not excited but should I be? Is this the fate that half the world has planned for me? I've been having a little trouble staying positive and believing everything will be okay lately. My eye hurts and I'm just so tired of what the airbag did to it. Sometimes I see little black dots called floaters...and flashes of yellow are often making themselves present. What scares me the most is, I am supposed to have more eye surgery in the future. The thing is, no one knows when. It's like my eye is slowly dying and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm tired of being the underdog and not looking normal. I'm tired of seeing everyone around me get married, graduate college, or having kids. Will my time ever come??! Feeling my way through the darkness Guided by a beating heart I can't tell where the journey will end but I know where it starts Wake me up when It's all over When I'm wiser and I'm older All this time I was finding myself and I I didn't know I was lost Recently I found the newspaper that was released after I was born. I was on the front page and there is an article written about my birth story. I re read it, and shivers went up and down my spine as I read that my parents were literally in the beginning process of planning my funeral. There HAS to be a reason why I made it out alive. Some people never thought I would...and knowing I've been underestimated the moment I was born only makes me want to achieve incredible things. I want to touch the sky and go miles ahead of what I thought I could. I believe I can! This albatross just keeps plaguing my mind. They tell me I'm too young to understand They say I'm caught up in a dream Life will pass me by If I don't open up my eyes That's fine by me. As of last night I stepped out on the streets of a more than beautiful place in Wisconsin called Door County. (Google it!) I feel so lucky because this place carries my bloodline. I have very rich ancestry here. Gazing out across the water I can't help but think of the London born man who came before me. He helped form this enchanting, well loved, and cherished place. I'm sure he faced obstacles. We all do. In my blood courses greatness. If there was a man before me, who was able to travel from England, fight for rights, and form a spectacular area in Wisconsin that would eventually become loved and toured by millions around the nation... I can do anything. I'll just pretend nothing hurts. © 2015 Kathryn SmithFeatured Review
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