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Alicia Cook

I Hope My Voice Doesn't Skip

  • Lebogang Botlhokocompartió una citahace 4 años
    Am Sorry for Your Loss”
    When someone we love dies,
    we say we lost them.
    Perhaps this is our mind’s way
    of convincing our hearts
    we will one day find them again.
  • emizicompartió una citahace 10 meses
    I think you should be nervous about

    what I will accomplish once I heal.

    The mountains I’ll move.

    The miles I’ll cover.

    The skin I’ll get under.
  • Valeria Valderramacompartió una citahace 2 años
    We are all recovering from something.

    This is for all of us.
  • Aida Rodriguezcompartió una citahace 2 años
    You were weak, and you left without a word.
    It doesn’t take much strength
    to slam the door
    of an empty room.
  • Evecompartió una citahace 2 años
    I Hope My Voice Doesn’t Skip

    When there is nothing left to say,

    you stop.

    You take in a breath.

    You let out a breath.

    You listen.

    Do not stutter through made-up words for the sake of hearing your own voice.

    When there is nothing left to say,

    you leave.

    Do not stumble through made-up words for the sake of holding on.

    When there is nothing left to say,

    you let go.

    You do not allow your heart to suffer.

    It has been too good to you to allow it to suffer.
  • Evecompartió una citahace 2 años
    An Untrained Eye Will Miss Everything

    Life is split into before and after. We capture the befores while they are nows in photographs.

    I keep a photo tucked into my dresser mirror. On the surface, there is nothing remarkable about this photo of me and two people I love smiling under my mother’s favorite tree in the backyard.

    By the budding blossoms, I will always remember this photo was taken in early spring. On the precipice of not having to wear tights beneath dresses.

    There is nothing remarkable about this photo of me and two people I love smiling under my mother’s favorite tree in the backyard. By the easy smiles on our faces, I can tell this was the last early spring before everything changed. That was the last photo taken before everything changed.

    There is nothing remarkable about this photo of me and two people I love smiling under my mother’s favorite tree in the backyard. The photo is not centered or as focused as some of the photos we have taken since that day.

    Not all the changes since have been bad. However, we no longer smile that effortlessly anymore. I let this photo of me and two people I love smiling under my mother’s favorite tree in the backyard greet me each morning because someone told me once we live life forwards but remember it backwards and that was one backwards day where I remember everything was actually fine. I like to remember we existed like that once. Actually fine. It gives me hope that we can one day be that way again. Actually fine.
  • Evecompartió una citahace 2 años
    You’ve learned the deeper you fall into me, the stickier I become, and the harder I am to leave. You will think you caught me, but you are the one who is stuck; I was never really here to begin with.
  • Evecompartió una citahace 2 años
    Building Bomb Shelters

    We build walls in order to keep people out,

    to protect ourselves from pain.

    I do not believe these walls are constructed

    with bricks and cement

    but with ivy and vines and branches

    that grow freely around us,

    fertilized by the ache.

    We lay the foundation for these walls,

    we continue to water the hurt.

    Stop watering.

    Stop spending time with rain clouds.

    Instead, wear the sun on your face.

    The walls will crumble,

    gates and doors and windows

    will take shape,

    and you will be able

    to begin to

    let the light in.
  • Evecompartió una citahace 2 años
    I Lose My Appetite Worrying If You’ve Eaten

    You need to stop internalizing other people’s pain, my mother tells me on the phone. It’s not healthy. She is right; I have done this all of my life. Like an overused sponge, I soak up all the sadness around me, feel it as if it were my own, and expect it not to seep into my own life.

    Don’t be blinded by your own light, she cautions. And don’t get hurt by pain that doesn’t belong to you.

    But if I’m not pained by their pain, I have not earned the right to be overjoyed by their joy.
  • Evecompartió una citahace 2 años
    Ready, Set . . .

    Start running after yourself.

    The person you yearn to become

    will never slow down for you,

    will never wait for you to

    collect

    your

    courage.

    The person you want to leave behind

    will do everything in its power to keep you

    from catching up to your own potential.

    Though that voice cannot be silenced,

    it can be passed

    and no one hates being outpaced more

    than the person you used to be.

    The person always

    so used to seeing you a

    few

    paces

    behind.
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