These were the words that were never meant to see the sun, never meant to be given life. But the truth is I’ve been watering them in my head for so long that I can’t be surprised they flourished and overtook everything else, including myself. I thought if I didn’t speak them, they weren’t real, but keeping them to myself has been taking everything I have. Weeds grew in every crevice. They filled my lungs until I couldn’t breathe, wrapped their tendrils around every thought in my head, squeezed my heart until it was about to burst. I started to become unrecognizable. In an effort to keep everyone from seeing what I perceived to be the worst parts of me, I lost the best ones.
My feelings are not who I am though. Feelings come and go. Feelings change. But feelings help us grow and I’m starting to see that there is beauty in vulnerability.
Jessyca Thibault is a 24-year-old writer living in Central Florida. She was born in Connecticut and spent much of her childhood in Rhode Island. Jessyca received her Bachelor's Degree in Business and Organizational Management in 2016 from the College of Central Florida. She has had poetry published in CF's literary magazine "Imprints."