A Girl in a Forgetful World

The Meadow

The sun had once shined brightly here,

The grass was green and fresh.

The flowers were in full bloom

Scattered in all colors of the rainbow.

It never rained here,

Sadness did not lurk behind you.

This place was happy.

She spent less time in the meadow,

Instead in a darker place

Without me.

It was lonely as the mist rolled in.

Dark, fluffy clouds replaced the blue sky

And the rain poured on my head,

Dripping down my cheeks along with salty, bitter tears.

I was sad,

Excluded.

No place to go

And no place to be.

I slowly began to burn, and anger swelled in my heart.

I popped.

The bombs dropped with every harsh word

And bullets flew from one end to the other.

The meadow was reduced to ash and tears and sweat and blood.

The war was over,

The battle was fought.

But there was no winner.

I bathed myself in the ash.

I was looking for something that was happy and pure.

But it had never been there.

Love did not exist in this place;

Only hatred.

I was not apologizing for my feelings.

My cold, hard, hidden, some could say selfish, feelings.

I was gasping for air when the realization hit.

I needed something fresh,

Something new.

After longing wails and cries,

Someone heard.

I was led to a new meadow

By you.

I washed the ash with sunlight

And dried the tears with laughter.

I was enough.

I was loved.

The sing-song birds brush between trees,

And the flowers sway in the breeze.

This is not the meadow that I grew up in.

Rather, one I made from the pain.

I would never go back to the old meadow.

And that is okay.

Because this is my meadow now.

And I couldn't be happier.