The Writer: A Final Poem

splashofhope:

It began with brokenness 

Her first broken heart. 

She wrote the most enticing

tragically beautiful

story

She called it, The Breaker and the Broken 

She received awards

banners

world wide acclaim 

And so she said, “To write beautifully,

I must be

Beautifully Broken. 

And so she locked herself away

into the darkness of her solitude

She led the loneliest life

Hidden from friends

Hidden from love

Until she learned to fear it

She learned to fear the outside light 

Thinking it would only burn

love 

and

light

would

only

burn. 

Then at the end of her life

When the writing was immortalized

but the awards had faded,

and there was nothing more than a faint light

She thought,

“If I had been more like the characters I had created

more like

The Adventurer 

more like

The Wanderer

more like

The Fearless  

more like

The Seeker

more like

The Finder

more like 

The Lover

more like

The Loved

…Then would I have been happy with life?

But would I have written just as beautifully as I did in the darkness?

Perhaps I had learned to love the light?

Then I could have written in the light with a smile and not 

a face full of tears.”

She struggled for another breath

“What a shame,” 

she thought,

“To have written fantasies

When Life was given for us to seek those and live them out.

If I had been The Seeker, or the Wanderer…something more than simply The Wonderer….

My life

could have been something

To look back

and Smile Upon. 

I could have been more than

The Broken 

But sadly

I have only been

The Writer. 

-

Sarah Michelle Cruz 

The Writer: A Final Poem

It began with brokenness 

Her first broken heart. 

She wrote the most enticing

tragically beautiful

story

She called it, The Breaker and the Broken 

She received awards

banners

world wide acclaim 

And so she said, “To write beautifully,

I must be

Beautifully Broken. 

And so she locked herself away

into the darkness of her solitude

She led the loneliest life

Hidden from friends

Hidden from love

Until she learned to fear it

She learned to fear the outside light 

Thinking it would only burn

love 

and

light

would

only

burn. 

Then at the end of her life

When the writing was immortalized

but the awards had faded,

and there was nothing more than a faint light

She thought,

“If I had been more like the characters I had created

more like

The Adventurer 

more like

The Wanderer

more like

The Fearless  

more like

The Seeker

more like

The Finder

more like 

The Lover

more like

The Loved

…Then would I have been happy with life?

But would I have written just as beautifully as I did in the darkness?

Perhaps I had learned to love the light?

Then I could have written in the light with a smile and not 

a face full of tears.”

She struggled for another breath

“What a shame,” 

she thought,

“To have written fantasies

When Life was given for us to seek those and live them out.

If I had been The Seeker, or the Wanderer…something more than simply The Wonderer….

My life

could have been something

To look back

and Smile Upon. 

I could have been more than

The Broken 

But sadly

I have only been

The Writer. 

-

Sarah Michelle Cruz 

People say I’m strange, does it make me stranger that my Best Friend was born in a manger?

I had a vision for next year.

I had a shirt idea this year. It was the second choice for class shirts, but in the end we went with No Limits.

I held the idea in because I was almost POSITIVE that I would be in ASB next year, and I was constantly hoping that this could be our class shirt..

Well with the outcome of elections, I finally realized that I don’t need to be in ASB to get this idea OR the shirt out…

So I want to make a club next year.

My shirt idea has the theme called, “STRENGTH OF OUR GOD, NOT OF OURSELVES.” 

And I’m going to do my best to actually get those shirts created. Shirts and such will begin to be posted once I actually have time to begin this.

But my idea for the club is for it to be a HUGE outreach to children and teens in abusive conditions. At least along the lines of that. 

I would want to coordinate events to raise money and even have group days where we can VISIT and talk to people involved in the charity. 

I’ll sell these shirts at school, and I will also give free ones to those children and teens who are victims to abuse. 

I will hopefully find a charity that is  in dire need of funding…and I hope that our school will find a passion for this outreach.

But yeah! Contact me for more information.

Like this if you enjoy the idea and would be willing to get involved next year

And PLEASE reblog it to help get the word out(: 

I personally just don’t believe in those “REBLOG IF YOU’RE NOT ASHAMED OF GOD/CHRISTIANITY” posts.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re good..

but seriously, if you’re not ashamed of your relationship with God/your religion…Live it out.

Show it in the way you talk to people

in the way you love people

in the way you smile

in the way you REACT to situations and pain

in your posts..

just in your daily life

Because ANYONE can reblog those things, but when it comes to the hard part where they ACTUALLY have to stand up for God when their life/reputation is on the line…will they? 

Reblog filling in the blank. “I’m not ______ enough.” Show people that they are NOT alone. Realize that what you think about yourself, is all a lie.

I’m not good or beautiful or worthy enough. 

I never see ORIGINALITY anymore. When has Originality ever really existed anyway? To me, Originality seems to be a compilation of things that have already been in existance, only with a twist. So somebody tell me when Originality will truly begin to take its course.

(via thesoundingsilence)

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