She Stands Tall when the long glances are thrown her way, knowing deep inside she can't react. Following the drum of her heart every day, though the thread threatens to snap.
She Stands Tall when the whispers reach her ears, believing that she misheard as her steps falter. Her heart ever present in her actions but to her peers, she feels as if under the hungry watch of vultures.
She Stands Tall when they pick her apart, piece by piece, and she smiles... Even though it slowly breaks her heart. They perform their surgery on the girl that deserved so much more than a cornered defeat, and caress her cheek, bowing out with a flourish after doing their part.
She Stands Tall even though she doesn't recognize the face in the mirror, or feels the tears that roll down her cheek. She places her hand over her chest in search of the drum, Though there, the pulsation weak.
She Stands Tall as the world tells her to change, and remembers fondly the girl she revelled in being- the bright, innocent not meant for the cruelty of your harsh destiny... And yet, she changed in every aspect except the most important...
Though she's beaten down time and again, she still stands tall...
YOU ARE READING
She Was. She Is.
PoetryJust an on going book of poetry. Got locked out of my old account so restarting with this kicker. Some of these were written when I was sixteen and a bit cringe worthy, please bare with me as I try to edit these puppies
