Girl
Girl is broken
She cannot find the pieces of herself around her
So she looks for them in other people
She looks in under couch cushions of friendship
But only finds stale chips and 35 cents
The girl looks behind relationships and finds a piece smaller than the silhouette of a raspberry seed
But it is a piece
The girl looks in a relationship so long she aged to the beast's lips like whiskey to a barrel
The longer she aged the better she tasted
So she was told
Girl meets a little clock named anxiety
Anxiety convinces her to sign a contract of social standards because time is always ticking
The contact states keep grades high, and customs higher
She hated but loved being perfect
The girl stays with the beast because she "loved him"
The girl never put herself first
Girl grew skinny
The girl became good friends with a candlestick named depression
But she didn't know that that candle was actually a stick of dynamite lit from both ends
Girl worried about acceptance she already had
Girl walked the halls camouflaging her arms, not because of scars but ideas and opinions
Girl is tired
Girl is sick
Girl is lonely
And the girl is just a girl
Not a woman yet
The girl spent lots of time and energy in looking for pieces and found many
But a girl was a putting all the pieces together it did not make a heart beating like marching band
But rather a mirror to look at what she has become
Maybe she was the beast all along
YOU ARE READING
A Spark Of Hope
PoetryTHE GESTURE: By George Oppen The question is: how does one hold an apple Who likes apples And how does one handle Filth? The question is How does one hold something In the mind which he intends To grasp and how does the salesman Hold a bauble he int...
