My Story

Who is the hero of my story?

Maybe it's me—

Stubborn, procrastinator

Laughing at awkward moments

Unafraid of dangerous things

Yet terrified of safe ones.

The backwards girl

Who likes storms

Doesn't like too much sunshine

Dreams of dark and stormy nights

And windy, cloudy, shadowed days

Of dangerous times and dangerous men

Who dreads boredom more than death

And dreams while she's awake.

Ridiculous and disconnected—

A thinker, a feeler, and sometimes a speaker.

I'd like to be lost in the woods

And find my way home

By the light of a star

By a winding stream

And he would be beside me.

But who is he?

So this is my story.