This is a Photograph of Me by Crystal Fulp

Crystal Fulp

Cooper

CRWR 212 Y

2/6/14

This is a Photograph of Me

Somewhere lays a picture in a lone abandoned drawer.

The picture is folded cruelly and remains detached from its beaten frame

Among the other miscellaneous items that have long been forgotten.

Living inside the photograph,

Separated from everyone else is a girl.

She is trapped in a dark and dangerous world.

She is held within a quiet and massive forest,

With weathered trees littered on top of a lush, green maze.

She cannot move without constriction.

The background depicts moments of sweet serenity in the calmness of a lake.

But just out of reach of the promise

She finds both the beauty and misery of the blackened forest.

Held in her eyes are tales of great wars.

They tell the story of bloodshed and loss

But also courage and victory.  

With the edges damaged and frayed

The picture tells the story of her youth and maturity.

She is burdened with wisdom well beyond her young years.

She’s found happiness within her raging battle,

Among the bloodied and damaged bodies,

She’s found the strength to continue fighting.

For in her hand she holds the answer

She alone can end her suffering and escape.

The object she holds gives her the most precious gift: freedom.

She can be anything, she can do anything

She can even be free from the shackles that bind her.

From this she gains the strength she needs to live, to survive, to be me.