neglected
17
learning to cope with her fathers death
having a child
before she even had her head straight
acid trips and hippy girls
punk music nd a magnitude of drugs
bright enough to know it's all got to go
bright enough to know this façade can only temporarily conceal a star
a child
no more than 7
seen the world
through the eyes of the devil
raising herself with the comfort of a bestfriend called "mom"
no father of her own
early twenties
struggling to support your spawn
struggling to forget your relationship with your mom
struggling to keep me from making the same mistakes as mine
drinking at night to forget the love your soul can't restrain
trying during the day, to give it to your savior,
to make amends for any days spent without her
"an old soul"
no more than 10
seen things,
witnessed from the eye of the storm,
what the hurricane we call love can leave the self with when it ends
but loosing temporary parents rather than girlfriends
broken glass
booze on the breathe
occasionally splattered in blood
yelling in the next room,
things you don't want to hear, but can't un- tune from.
too scared to step out of your room.
the cycle never ends.
she learns how the world can take a deadly spin,
when a moment ago
it was a carnaval with cotton candy and games to win
barely 30
life has only slightly grazed the spirit your body harbors
but the wounds have made you stronger
wiser
pre-cautious
learned from where you've gone wrong
built a moat around your heart
found an escape in nature, in art
an understanding of where love ends
and where life begins
"honor is all we have when the rest is stripped away"
the most noble person I know, would do anything in the world
anything to protect those you love
a pessimist
no more than 16
a realist, I prefer.
everything comes and goes.
careful, don't get your hopes up,
but don't get stuck too down low.
take it all out on the body you confine yourself to
I've learned to guard my vulnerability
(maybe too much?)
completely un-installed of trust
I've learned to consider every side, logic outweighs emotion
or rather wages war within
I've learned (I'm learning) to let go,
to see the beauty
to know what counts
to test my limits
but safely
always (mostly) safely pushing my own bounds
I've learned that life is a fucked up thing
the world a fucked up place
but sometimes, the more fucked up,
the more beauty there is to be discovered.
I've learned from the best
