Nicholle Michelle
Stories (22/0)
Poetic Justice
I remember feeling confused as a child when noticing the way people felt, versus how they behaved. It was rare that the two actually reflected one another. For me, it was more like if you expressed a feeling--any feeling--there would likely be hell to pay. If you were cowering in fear, small and quiet, you were safer, but not immune. I’m not trying to convince anyone of how bad it was because I lived it, and even I struggle with fully accepting it. Though some may be able to relate, no one else knows what it felt like being in my body. Seeing what I saw, feeling what I felt, hearing what I heard, living how I lived. Cause that's the thing, life is an experience that is different for every person, even if multiple people share the same exact circumstance. If I have pulled you into this truthful tale, then I have successfully shared my creative outlet with you. I’m a storyteller, and while I do enjoy writing of all sorts, I am a poet at heart.
By Nicholle Michelle3 years ago in Journal