1.9/24 - Part 1
Born into silk with a silver spoon in my mouth.
Taught to want to be cared for like a royal princess. With no worries other than what my smile looks like in a photo.
Grew up into a woman with a silver spoon on a necklace hanging on my neck.
Used to the point of forcing numbness just to not have to remember.
Soon bound to wake up into reality - Where did my fairytale go and can I get it back?
The glass figure. In pieces.
Where is the innocence of my body being mine?
broken by a boy, shattered by men
Raised to pray to the figure of man. Get down on my knees for the watching God as he lets me be torn by wolves from a girl into a woman.
The glass figure stood here alone. Am I supposed to pick up the shards myself?
Without choice, folding the pieces, I am shown how beautiful scars can be but what do I do with the gaps so big I can't hold water for a single flower to bloom?
Who is going to make my fairytale come true now?
What a bitter tragedy, only sweet for the future's historic poets.
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower diary
Poesía(..How to live with heartbreak) This book holds all my thoughts put into potentially good poetry. I'm hoping you'll like it and even empathize with it. Have a good read :)
