Don't forget where you came from. But never lose sight of where you are going. Anjana Gwin
Where I’m From
It all began on February tenth nineteen ninety-seven in Calcutta, India. As I came out of my mother’s womb I could feel the air as if I was being in a car wash when the air circulates around the car after you are come out. I could hear the nurse’s and doctor’s talk amongst themselves as they pulled me away from my mother’s arms. I had no idea where I was going and that I wouldn’t never see my birth mother again. All of a sudden I woke up to a sound of a whole bunch of babies crying and squirming as if I was in a room with a bunch of squealing pigs. As we were flying across the country my nurse carried me out of the airplane as I was crying because the sound was so loud it sounded a whole bunch of trucks revving their engines. My nurse was pushing me in a stroller in the Minneapolis airport there was suddenly a drastic change in temperature. Finally, as my nurse handed me off to a family I was comforted by my adoptive mother’s voice as if her voice just streamed through my veins and that I was going to be loved forever.
Where I’ve Been
We all get addicted to something that takes the pain away. Cutting is not a trend, its an addiction. It’s like screaming but no one can hear you. It is an every day battle. I have always thought it is easier to deal with physical pain than emotional pain. People tell me that these blades are dangerous, but so are my thoughts. We’re all in the same game; just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different devils. As I sat here everyday in alone in a dark room I could feel the pressure and after away I would feel relieved as I looked down at dotted lines all over my wrists, thighs, and stomach. When you cut, the skin around it puffs, red like wine. The blood beads up, perfectly in a crimson dotted line. It tingles and burns at first. But then it feels good, so that’s only the worst. Your body is in pain, but my is at ease. It feels so good, you’re your mind as for one more cut please. There’s no stopping yourself from the warm ness flowing through.
Where I’m Going
This summer I am going on my second mission trip to Jamaica. No I don’t go just because the weather is warm and it’s a great vacation. I go because I am using my hands and feet to serve others who need it. My team and I build houses for people who don’t have and donate food baskets to people who starve. When get to Jamaica we are walking up many hills and you can feel the burn in your legs as you walk up hills as the heat is burning your skin as if you got burned by fire. Some look as red as a tomato. Throughout the day we are nailing holes into wood as if Jesus was getting were getting nailed to the cross. After a hard day of work, we head to the ocean to clean off and refresh ourselves from our hard work. As you are swimming you can taste the ocean water as if you were eating a gallon of pain salt. The waves are pushing you around like if you were in a mosh pit. If you have never been to Jamaica before you see people wondering the streets bagging for money. People who are so thirsty for water as if there were no water on the planet.
Created with images by Yogesh Mhatre - "026 of 365" • Key Foster - "I am beautiful"