Weekly:Emma and Courtney

My FAVORITE part of making this whole blog was seeing everyone in my life be vulnerable and show me their heart. For week one I figured why not start off with something pretty heavy shall we? Here are two amazing poems/writings by two of my favorite people.

This is my friend Emma. She wrote this poem when she was in the midst of a bit of heartache. Emma told me she never let anyone see this until me. I am so beyond happy that she shared it with me and is letting me share it because it is such a great poem. Thank you Emma! :)

The River

That first kiss was like going to the river.

I gripped the handlebars to the stringy, yellow rope swing as I decided to do it.

You, in the water below, calling for me.

I stood there for a while to gather the confidence to finally jump, to lean into you.

I knew the river was dangerous and the current is unpredictable,

But I believed that the experience could be worth the risk.

What if my hands slip early and I fall to the ground below me? What if...

If I fall, you'll be there in the water to catch me.

I leaped forward off of the edge with both feet and my eyes closed, no direction.

My hands let go, swinging my body down toward the unpredictable below.

I leaned forward into your soft lips.

And as mine touched yours for the first time, I felt both feet slap the surface of the river.

Submerged and surrounded now in the cool, refreshing water, I was no longer scared of it.

After the jump, the waves seemed inviting and safe now.

You kissed me back.

We could just float here, feel the warm orange sunlight on the back of our eyelids,

I felt safe next to you, we could flow together like this river.

But I can't help to notice that you've found yourself caught on a branch.

An unstable, dead piece of wood that you can't find the strength to free yourself from.

I swim towards you to help you break away, yet for some reason you put no effort in to get free.

You want to stay on this branch because it's where you have always gotten out of the river since before last summer.

Can't you see? If you stay here you will drown.

All I needed was for you to try to break off, free yourself, float with me.

I can’t wade in these shallow waters anymore, wondering if you'll recall the way it felt when we first kissed, first jumped.

I will flow alone now, but every day I can still see your body stuck on that old branch.

Maybe one day you'll gather the strength you need to free yourself,

And I hope you can manage to do so before the branch breaks and sends you into the undertow.

And by then, I'll be long gone, miles past you, down the river.

This is my friend Courtney. She took time to send me this metaphorical writing. I love it as much as I love her sweet soul. Thank you Courtney! :)

It’s the halfway almost thing. You get wrapped up in someone who makes it seem like a miracle just walked into your life. Every single little moment feels like a blessing and you’re filled with this joy that feels like warm honey running through your veins. You’re resurfacing with passion and happiness and it all seems like it could be so blissful. They’re pulling you out of this foggy and scary place that you’ve burrowed yourself into. It’s riveting. You make plans and let yourself be consumed and then one day you open your eyes, roll over, and wonder where the dream went. You were so close to the goodness. So close to feeling emotionally fulfilled again. Then all at once it’s just gone. Empty, disappointed, and overwhelmed because it’s the halfway almost thing. It all puts you into the deepest pit. Overflowing with a loss of faith and part relief. If only you weren’t so close, but thank god it’s not too late for you. Create your own god damn miracle honey.