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This is the story of a real girl.
She lived in her mind(s).
She spent her days
watching the other children
Through her looking glass.
It would be beter to say she didn't live-
She simply exsisted.
She thought it would be safer to stay inside,
Then to go out and play.
She watched the world around her,
Wondering what would be next.

One day, she let go of her looking glass.
It crashed onto the floor.
And it broke in pieces,
Almost like her life was like-pieces.
She picked up one of the shards.
It cut her arms.
She cried out in pain.
No one heard her.
She cried and shouted for someone.
No one came.

After a minute, an hour, a day, she stood.
She wrapped her arm in cloth
And looked around.
Something was stirring.
Something within her.
Something she liked.

But, she had no clue what it was or what to do.
For emotions were for other girls.
She had none to call her own.
But this new feeling, this life, it was awakening.

She wondered of the other things she had missed,
Looking through her looking glass.
And she started running.

She ran outside and felt the summer air brush against her.
She felt the warmth of the sun and the coolness of a creek.
She experience it all.

She ran to the park where the other boys and girls where.
She stopped and looked around.
Children were all around, playing.
She stood there, unable to move.

Finally, a boy noticed her
And walked up to her.
He extended a hand.
She looked at it and
Finally, took it.
A smile came across her face.

"Oh, what a feeling it is, to finally live."
This is the edit of an old DeviantArt post called "A Smile."

Hope you like it.

And tell me what you think of it.



PS- This story really means a lot to me. It's a story of when I was young. The boy at the end of the story really saved me. I owe a lot to his-maybe even my life. I love him and always will. So, please take that into consideration.
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kazaki03 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2008  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Waa! I can truly relate to this piece of artistic poem! xDD *glomps* I really love it! ^___^ Great job! :+fav:
Thunderdragon158 Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2007
i love it! but on the last stanza, "hand" is spelled like "hang". other than that, it rocks!
Arya-Tara Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2007
i did? opps!
thanks. i wrote it after i talked with this friend of mine.
but it was really

how was your weekend?

Thunderdragon158 Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2007
lol, yeah i just pick up those small errors like that. it was an emo poem!

my weekend was fine, my grandparents and aunt were at my house for random reasons and i didnt get much hw done
Arya-Tara Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2007
it was not an emo poem! Lol!

same here! they decided to come over and eat our food!
Thunderdragon158 Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2007
it was kinda emo, well it started emo.
yeah really. serve relatives food; they eat it. give them a place to stay; they sit on your couch and eat some more.
Arya-Tara Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2007
Fine. Semi-Emo.

Arya-Tara Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2007
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