Eyes locked shut, she remembers.
Standing there, in the kitchen,
A knife held tightly to her throat.
Where does she run
If she is already at home?
Who does she turn to
If her mother grips the knife?
A little girl,
Skinny and meek.
A quiet child, who
Held a softness in her.
It is easy to destroy
Something so malleable.
Resilient, she found
Peace in the Earth.
On the rooftop of her home,
In the silent constant of
The stars.
Today, she fights for
That little girl.
She could not stand up
For herself then.
She certainly can try now.
Every decision she makes for
Herself is in honor of
The little girl who once
Had to fight so hard
for her happiness.
Whose decision to find such led
To threats on her life.
Today, when I say
"Enough is enough",
That little girl smiles at me.
Today, when I tell them
"Respect me or leave",
She closes her eyes in relief.
Today, when I finally
Let myself feel happy,
Finally let myself keep
That good feeling,
Finally stop running from it...
She starts to fade.
She is proud, I know it.
She lived through so much,
She was so tired,
But we made it.
We did not ever break.
I fight for the little girl I once was.
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoetryThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
