t h i r t e e n

When I adjusted my eyes to the light,

I was indeed met with a strange sight,

Instead of a stern doctor, with a concerned frown,

I saw the grey eyes of boy looking down,

Who was this stranger I see,

For all he did was continue to stare at me,

I heard the light voice of a young girl,

I looked towards her, her eyes like pearls,

Bubbly, but naive was she,

For she had no idea of the true me,

I listened to her, free without any fears,

I wish I was like that, without my tears,

I croaked out my first word, I haven't talked in ages,

For darkness had filled my book and its pages,

But somehow that boy gave me the comfort to speak,

And maybe, just maybe, I'm not really that weak,

But something about that particular boy,

Made me think that maybe I do have a choice,

Because in his calm expression, his grey eyes,

I could somehow decipher the truth from the lies.

~Grace