I fell asleep and woke up later on in the evening . I walked out of my room and went straight to the place I was about to jump from a week ago only this time with a different mission . "Hey!" Oh hey Josy . "What are you doing here "?she questioned .I'm here for fresh air ."I've learnt two new songs on my guitar do you want to listen to them ?" Sure ,Josy. "Wait here for me I'll be back." She said . I waited there for five minutes before I saw her running with her wooden guitar. "Ok here we go"she said . "This song was written by Hope Ahlers but it's dedicated to you by me ."
Dear baby birdDear sparrowYou look alot like me when I lost my wingsDear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the skyChorusYou can fly in the oceanYou can soar in your soulyou don't need wings to feel freeDear baby birdDear sparrowDon't feel pressure I know you just wanted to healDear sparrowJust hush now may be freedom comes whenWe don't need to make a soundYou can fly and the oceanYou can soar in your soulYou don't need wings to feel freeI know you can flyDear sparrowDear baby birdDear sparrowYou look a lot like meWhen I lost my wings" Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia CaraShe just wants to be beautifulShe goes unnoticed, she knows no limitsShe craves attention, she praises an imageShe prays to be sculpted by the sculptorOh, she don't see the light that's shiningDeeper than the eyes can find itMaybe we have made her blindSo she tries to cover up her pain and cut her woes awayCause covergirls don't cry after their face is madeBut there's a hope that's waiting for you in the darkYou should know you're beautiful just the way you areAnd you don't have to change a thingThe world could change its heartNo scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautifulAnd you don't have to change a thingThe world could change its heartNo scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautifulShe has dreams to be an envy, so she's starvingYou know, covergirls eat nothingShe says "beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything""What's a little bit of hunger?""I could go a little while longer," she fades awayShe don't see her perfect, she don't understand she's worth itOr that beauty goes deeper than the surfaceSo to all the girls that's hurtingLet me be your mirror, help you see a little bit clearerThe light that shines withinThere's a hope that's waiting for you in the darkYou should know you're beautiful just the way you areAnd you don't have to change a thingThe world could change its heartNo scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautifulNo better you than the you that you areNo better you than the you that you areNo better life than the life we're livingNo better life than the life we're livingNo better time for your shine, you're a starNo better time for your shine, you're a starOh, you're beautiful, oh, you're beautifulAnd there's a hope that's waiting for you in the darkYou should know you're beautiful just the way you areAnd you don't have to change a thingThe world could change its heartNo scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautifulAnd you don't have to change a thingThe world could change its heartNo scars to your beautiful, we're stars and we're beautiful"How was it ?" She asked . It was amazing Josy . "Thanks" she said .There was a long moment of silence after that . I broke it by saying" the sky looks beautiful today the stars are all twinkling bright " ."Yeah, oh there look there that big bright star is my mum and that one there is my dad ." she said pointing at them . Do humans really turn to stars after death? I questioned ."We've just got to believe it ." she said . With that we talked through the night .There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury your sorrow doing things that we once did, in memories we once made , then, miss me then let me go.I finished writing the last words of my poem then pushed the book under my pillow .Maybe one day my talent will get me somewhere better in life.Ah ,grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog, who comes to the back door for a crust,for a meatless bone , I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you, your own corner,a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish . You think I don't know you've been living under my porch. You long for your real place to be readied before winter comes . You need your name, your collar and tag, you need the right to warn off intruders, to consider my house your own and me your person and yourself my own dog . A poem by Denise Levertov.I pushed my thoughts aside as I walked into Josy's office.Hey Josy , I would like to continue. "Sure let's begin ." She said.I'm Irene Essah . Born and raised in Ghana . A sixteen year old girl. Student of labone Senior High School. I guess writing books was always a part of me for the moment where I began acting in my mirror to the moment I began placing my Bic pen on my notepad to write .Most of my books are written based on my own imagination and emotions . Beneath The Scars is actually on of them . When I began writing this novel I was going through alot . I had my b.e.c.e to think of ( it's actually an exams written to promote you to the senior high school of your choice.) as well as some other family matters . While writing this book I wanted to bring out an inspirational message to all those fighting with mental health . I wanted them to know that there is always light at the end of the tunnel. That's why I used this song "God on the mountain"Life is easy, when you're up on the mountainAnd you've got peace of mind, like you've never knownBut when things change and you're down in the valleyDon't
EmilyLife can sometimes hit you real bad. To think that you will wake up everyday and see that beautiful face . That face that means the world to you . To come back from work and be greeted by that person . I had just closed from school and I decided to go to the nearby food stand I saw ,since I can't live with an empty stomach I'll probably die . I sat under the tree at the corner , put out my notepad and began doing my homework . I love nature and everything but I go by one rule you hate me, I hate you .Sitting under the tree listening to the whistling sound of the air passing through the leaves I felt a chilly breeze along my skin . The Rusty looking leaves creating melodious tunes as they begin to sway . The blue sky loosing sight of its cloud as the sun gradually begins to move descending lower and lower until it disappears . My lunch was then placed in front of me .I shut my notepad as I picked my fork and dipped it into my fries and chicken. " Oh God! , the food is so good
Upcoming bookBEST FRIENDS WISHDedication: Dedicated to that Richmond in my life that I did the same thing Anabell did .I'm sorry I realized too late what you were to me and by then you were gone. RenieDarling_14. Prologue The old lady looked feeble. The minute our subway train started, she was going to keel over. Then she'd be a sick passenger, and the train would stop while we waited for an ambulance, and I'd be late for school. Plus she looked terrified . I gave her my seat. I helped her into it. " Thank you, dear. You have done me a good turn." Her tone was like music to the ears ,so round, sweet and juicy like an anchorwoman's. " And you know what they say about a good turn ." " That's okay." I said . Was she gonna tip me ? I thought " I don't want anything." I added. " Yes, you do Anabe
Moral lessonA scar tells your story of how you survived . Never be ashamed of a scar. It means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.Each scar I’ve gained has been a badge of survival. It tells me that I was strong enough to beat something. It shows me the strength my body has to overcome whatever is thrown at it. Everyday I look back at my scars and I think about the stories behind them .They’re a sign of survival.The moral lesson for the story is to never give up . Sure there might be ups and downs but let's not forget that there is always light at the end of the tunnel.Thank you So, we have come to the end of yet another book and I just wanted to say a big thank you . I got to a point I wanted to give up writing but some of you came in my message board asking for more update to those of you that are writers you know how much of a push that is , so , thank you so your support.
I remember their first steps , theirs first words their elementary school days , middle school , junior high school , senior high school , college and now . I remember their sixteenth birthday gift , the letter I wrote . I really hope they understood every word written and I hope they always remember it like I do cause it would send them far in life . I remember writing "Life isn’t fair. Sweet girls, I love you so, but life sure does have curve balls. Just remember momma said there’d be days like this. If I could keep you little forever, I’d bottle you up and hold your heart so that nobody could hurt it. If I teach you anything, I want you to learn how to have mental toughness and grit. Overwhelming feelings may come, but know that they will also leave. And I’m here for you every step of the way. People aren’t always going to like you. Oh, if I had a penny for every time I heard this… I’d be a wealthy woman! To tell you the truth, girls, I’ve always struggled with this. Until I
Some memories are hard to let go of like to one that keeps repeating in my head , memories of when my two most precious jewels were given life . I quite remember , I stood at the balcony of our home watching the stars in the mid night sky . Sleep was far from me with the thoughts on my mind . I wondered if I would be a good mother . If I would be able to give the love my twins needed to them. I was scared . Scared that I won't be what they needed . Being in my last week of pregnancy I had become an emotional wreck. I placed my hand on my bloated tummy feeling some contractions. I felt a hand on my shoulders and I turned and melted in his embrace . Henry had always being there for me even at times I feared I won't be a good mother . He was my strength so far . Throughout these nine months he had tolerated my mood swings without a single complaint . Even at night time when I craved strange things he found ways and means to get it for me. He even stocked the freezer with lots of strawb