The Story that is My Life

My life as it has been and as it continues to unfold is a story. One story made up of many stories. One complex, yet simple story. One sometimes messy, but so beautiful story. One story that I wonder if it might be interesting to be told.

This blog is my attempt to put part, or parts, of that story into words, pictures, or whatever form my mind can wrap itself around or create from within myself to express what it is like to be the one inside Cindy's Story. This is an exploration on my part and on yours in reading, and seeing, and maybe even hearing. It is not necessarily chronological. It might not always make sense, but it is my expression. It is me.

You are invited to see how my story unfolds.....

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Alone in My Room

I wrote this poem during high school when I felt sad and alone.  I had so much confusion and sadness inside of me, and I didn't know why.  I was afraid I was a fraud and a bad person for feeling the way I did so I kept it inside of me.  I really wanted to trust someone with my struggles, but was so afraid.

by Cindy Boersma

Alone in my room
My face wet with tears
I long for a friend
To tell all my fears

I try to look cheerful
As I go through my day
But sometimes those sad feelings
Get their own way

You can tell something is wrong
You say you listen well
I hurts to keep it in
But I can't bring myself to tell

I want to spill my soul
And let my feelings out
And I would tell you
If it wasn't for this doubt

Can I trust you my friend
With these secrets I guard
Will you keep it between us
Or will that be too hard

I know I am not the only teen that has felt this way.  In confusion and sadness, desperately wanting someone who might understand what I was going through.  Now I wonder how someone might have gained my trust?  What might they have done to reach within my sadness?  How would I have learned to trust and share?