I Just Want the World to Feel, One Word at a Time

By Ashley Sigmon

*TRIGGER WARNING*
This book contains content related to sexual assault, self harm, and religious trauma.

About the Book
The mad rantings of a girl
who was born to feel way more
than one body ever should,

I Just Want the World to Feel, One Word at a Time
is a collection of poetry that, quite frankly,
forced its way out of the author’s head.

These are words one would never dare to say out loud. While more direct and short and less open to interpretation, these poems and their messages can easily be related to, as young adults grasp the concept of learning how to handle their emotions, their needs, and just figuring out how to be themselves.
The author states, “I hope people read this book
and realize there is an elegant honesty to letting yourself feel whatever you need to in certain moments.”
About the Author
Ashley Sigmon really values working with kids. She appreciates their curiosity and their disregard of social standards. Sigmon loves to read books where people discover their worth (and also fall madly in love), take baths, light candles, and forget to blow them out to her father’s dismay. Sigmon loves her family and the endless support they have provided to make sure her five-year-old dream of becoming an author came to fruition.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dorrance Publishing Company
• Release date: Oct 25, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887295060

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Copyright © 2023 by Ashley Sigmon

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Even with sleeping meds, thoughts of him keep me up. I’m drowning in his existence.

- Why can’t I just sleep?

•••

I can imagine his hands running up my sides and his fingers blazing a gentle trail on my thigh. I love when he lays on me and I am encompassed by him. I love that I think I love him.

- The moment I realized I was damned.

•••

I tell them it has been a rough week and they laugh and say you only have four classes. A sad smile passes my lips as I let it overwhelm me.

- The problem with depression.

•••

When something makes me feel, I embrace it wholeheartedly. And if someone comes along who can handle my wildness, my fire, my emotions, I will give them my all because everyone else is somehow too weak to handle the mess of life. I will never put my emotions away. I will not apologize for my emotions either because that’s what living is. Living is feeling.

- I have not found someone strong enough yet.

•••

I didn’t want someone to approve of my scars or even think they are good.

No, I wanted someone, my someone to look at me with lust-filled, love-filled eyes, as they slowly undressed me. I wanted someone to see my scars and say, How beautiful. How beautiful your fight has been.

I didn’t want to see their tear-filled eyes or hear their How could you? or Why?

I wanted someone to kiss each individual line and say, I love each part of you. I wanted someone who accepted me.

Even the parts called demons.

- Demons need love too.

•••

He pointed to my upper thigh and the thin white lines along it. What are those?

The times I’ve lost, I said softly, as though the answer was obvious to anyone who decided to actually see.

That’s a lot. How many times have you won?

With a