Myself, and how you helped to find me
Thoughts, fears and hopes of a transgender teenager
- Auteur
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Noah Alexander
- Uitvoering
- Paperback
- Genre
- Gedichten
- Prijs
- € 16 ,50
- Verzending
- Gratis verzending in Nederland en België
- Levertijd
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Twee tot vijf werkdagen
(Nederland en België) (Past door brievenbus)
Samenvatting
The mind of a depressed, young adult can be quite a messy place. Myself, and how you helped to find me. is a journey through the thoughts, fears and hopes of a transgender teenager who battles with depression, insecurities, relationships and understanding life.
A collection of poems that tell us about dealing with pain and loss, figuring out what healing means and how to move on after tough moments. The world can be a frightening place, but luckily we don't have to walk these paths alone.
A collection of poems that tell us about dealing with pain and loss, figuring out what healing means and how to move on after tough moments. The world can be a frightening place, but luckily we don't have to walk these paths alone.
Over de auteur
Noah Alexander (1997) is a blank page, trying to figure out who and what he wants to be. Music and writing have always been important to him and he often likes to combine them by writing songs. Poetry is his way of expressing himself in words that otherwise would get lost in the loud noise of the world.
Productinformatie
- ISBN
- 9789402241709 / 978-94-022-4170-9
- Uitgeverij
- Boekscout
- Verschijning
- 15-12-2017
- Taal
- Engels (Amerikaans)
- Genre
- Gedichten
- Uitvoering
- Paperback
- Pagina's
- 52
- Formaat
- 12,5 x 20 cm
- Illustraties
- Nee
Inkijk
All I ask for
I've given up on pondering hours
in order to figure out what shaped me
whether it was the sculptor or moon
or the childhood from which I attempt to flee
does not only the future matter now?
I've been told so many times before
not to focus on how I was broken in the past
instead follow the lighthouse guiding me to shore
But I am a stubborn creature
somehow I've always longed to be hurt
I never allow myself to be loved or calm down
I've chosen to be hated, frightful and absurd
let me make my mistakes, too many to name
hurt will make me strong, allow me to regret
I don't mind drowning in tears or having bruised skin
I'm happiest when alone and curled up in bed
You can't tend to my wounds or fix me with ease
though your company is a lifeboat on wild sea
accept all my flaws, I'll wear them on my sleeve
this complicated creature of habit is what I'll be
so we'll watch the stars fall down gracefully
and pretend we too could someday be cast upon sky
and I'll be perfectly imperfect, miserably happy
and you'll be kind enough not to ask why
I've given up on pondering hours
in order to figure out what shaped me
whether it was the sculptor or moon
or the childhood from which I attempt to flee
does not only the future matter now?
I've been told so many times before
not to focus on how I was broken in the past
instead follow the lighthouse guiding me to shore
But I am a stubborn creature
somehow I've always longed to be hurt
I never allow myself to be loved or calm down
I've chosen to be hated, frightful and absurd
let me make my mistakes, too many to name
hurt will make me strong, allow me to regret
I don't mind drowning in tears or having bruised skin
I'm happiest when alone and curled up in bed
You can't tend to my wounds or fix me with ease
though your company is a lifeboat on wild sea
accept all my flaws, I'll wear them on my sleeve
this complicated creature of habit is what I'll be
so we'll watch the stars fall down gracefully
and pretend we too could someday be cast upon sky
and I'll be perfectly imperfect, miserably happy
and you'll be kind enough not to ask why
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