Sarah’s Story
- Sarah Wynne
- © Trichotillomania Learning Center, Inc. 2008. All Rights Reserved
No oxygen in the air, I'm suffocating as my blood bleeds blue,
Pouring out of me uncontrollably on the paper in front of you.
Permanently stained for everyone to see,
Whose eyes frighten myself the most would only be me.
My admirable face hides so many tears,
I've held my own heart captive for too many years.
The nightmare of my life must transpose into my influential dream,
With my pen and paper I can fix it at the seam.
So painful to put your secret to light,
But with hope and knowledge everything seems right.
I knew my heart would make poetry flow again I knew this day would come,
For years the flow had been a flood and I've been on the run.
Still today in the chase of my life, but never to be the prey.
Now fighting back to what used to attack my innocence everyday.
I will forever cherish freedom after being my own prisoner for so long,
What used to confine me now defines me the beginning end of a new song.
Sarah Wynne
sewynne@embarqmail.com
(919) 235-8373
Wilmington, North Carolina
Sarah is working to start a support group in North Carolina. Please feel free to contact her if you would like to reach out in that area.