Ode to Life

The Defective Replacement for a Poster Child

I was crafted by my father. I was built to be a rock-

I was taught to carry everything I could until I dropped.

I was trained to carry dirt, do my chores and never stop

I was trained to tiptoe all around my fathers many faults.

It's important to acknowledge in this family full of lies,

that your worth is in your willingness to suffer through, to "thrive".

So don't say no to questions, and mind your fathers thoughts,

and if you keep on moving forward you won't have the time to drop.

My fathers load was heavy, and he'd carried it so long

that when we were all around him it was our job to hold strong.

So I learned how to adapt, how to be nearly always silent

and I learned that if I followed rules, his words were never violent.

But when I got a taste of how it felt to stop and stand,

my legs went weak, I fell. He didn't teach me how to land.

Now I wasn't worth it. My soul had given out,

and I couldn't carry loads and walk on shells and quell my doubt.

My father didn't like it when my feet became less silent.

His world view cracked when my words matched to his when his got violent.

He missed the quiet girl who cried, the long haired angel princess,

who was secretly less fragile than the world anticipated.

He missed the timid me, the me who hung on every word.

That me looked like my sister, the daughter he preferred.

But I'm not her, and he can't see how I could be so wild

So different from his one and only lovely poster child.

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Another poem while I work on the next chapter of my fanfic (':

I'm definitely not procrastinating