I am SO excited to announce our next Real Girls Giveaway winner: Sarah! This fantastic lady sent us a brief glimpse into her life and her talents by submitting a poem – all the way from Dubai! Inspired by the last Real Girls Giveaway winner, she wanted to share this poem she wrote on being real.
A few comments before I post the poem: I am so unbelievably inspired by this poem. It is so eloquently written and uses very sensual visuals to illustrate the raw reality of being “real”. Poetry has such an incredible ability to express things that we cannot say in any other way, and it takes real talent to be able to bring together the harsh reality of our everyday lives with the beauty and subjectivity of the written word. I am also in LOVE with her handle: Desencajada, which, according to her blog, means “out of her place”. I believe it is Spanish (Foreign languages have such an amazing way of conveying meaning we often can’t express in English!).
You’ll love this read –
Link to the original poem on Sarah’s blog:
To stop resenting others for their happiness,
to unclench the knot in your throat that forms when they smile,
pouring out their joyous abundance.
To start sculpting your own happiness,
with bare trembling hands and tears in your eyes.
To dig deep in the dirt of your own secret garden
and bury deep in the fertile soil
all of your own dreams and hopes
and grow and care for that garden,
not allow the winter nor the beaming sun
to either freeze nor burn your desires and destinies.
To gouge your own ditch
to let the countless little streams of your heart flow
until they form the thirst quenching sea
and to have the courage to jump into it,
not be afraid of its depths nor shallows
and swim all the way through it
to get to know its tide and temperature.
To untie all the strings that your fears have woven around your ankles,
keeping your feet from walking
away from this house, this backyard, this fenced garden of deafening monotony.
To embrace the pain of growing wings,
of tearing open your best guarded box,
that chest, treasurer of that little throbbing muscle,
and let the sunlight undisclose all the hideous secrets,
to live and not dread the honesty of being real,
range of possibilities exposed, of steps untaken and peace unmade.
And yet to love, deeply, freely, guiltlessly, oneself…
My favorite line is:
“To start sculpting your own happiness,
with bare trembling hands and tears in your eyes.”
Thanks again, Sarah, your gift will be arriving soon!
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