What is an Opinion? - Original Writing

An opinion is a curious thing. When one asks for your opinion, there may be more than just one simple answer floating around in the jumble of the mind. Yet there is only one to say; it is expected of you. So, with that said, when the opinion is actually blurted out...whose opinion is it? Society has created our opinions, formed us into its game of confusion and lies. Deception is all around us; very rarely is the truth spotted. The opinion is compromised of how, when, and where we were raised. An opinion from the Middle East is likely different from an opinion in the States. The issue of what an opinion really is, well, it’s no simple answer. Nor is an opinion ever really a simple answer. Next time your opinion is asked, take a moment to really ponder the situation at hand. See if, just maybe, you can figure out what your real opinion is meant to be.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

The One Known As "Me" - Original Poem

What’s really me?

People around me seem to have a grasp

At who they really are on the inside.

Yet, when I try to imagine who I am...

I am lost.

There is no “me”

In the kind of way others can find themselves.

Is it because I have forgotten who I am?

Lost within all of the walls I have built up

To protect myself from the reality?

Or, did I in fact...

Never really know what makes me...

Me?

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~

The Three Hearts - Original Poem

Walls around my heart.

Cheesy? Perhaps.

True? Completely.

My walls have built up,

Numerous pains have created them

And formed them into the

Imposing castle

They have become.

Monstrous walls,

Tall, mean towers,

Guards patrolling the perimeter.

My walls were not about to come down.

Every wall was surrounded by

A seemingly endless moat

Of lost emotions and tears.

Pathetic? Sometimes.

Annoying? Always.

Only three hearts have ever been inside

Of the castle that hides who I am.

Others have breached the gates,

But never really been inside.

One:

A friendship that has gone through

Endless tests

Over the years.

Yet we found our way back

To the genuine hearts

Of each other.

Two:

A friendship,

Not yet weathered or old.

Yet, stronger than many

That survived the moats.

And came to my castle,

Despite the storms.

Three:

A heart that is unlike any other

That has been presented to my walls.

Times have been kind to us,

But that heart has major damage

That helps my heart trust it.

Our hearts understand each other,

We are better through the pain,

Wiser.

Kinder.

My walls do not easily get breached,

But my third brave heart visitor...

That heart was not afraid to show

Every part it had to show

At the time.

Once my guards saw that kindness,

They grew weak and sappy.

Turned a silent cheek, 

If you may.

Once inside,

That heart dug deep,

But never pressured it’s way inside.

Just waited, 

Expressed,

And grew a trust within me...

In a way no one ever has before.

~Alyssa Hellenbrand~