Poetry

DAY FOUR - She.

But I don't want to leave
5 words that never escaped her lips
The sun inside her, a solar eclipse
This is for your own good, the words of her mother.
Maybe her heart was just meant for another,
Another person, another country, another life
but she isn't destined to end up as someone's wife.
She'll go on to accomplish great things she tells herself
The scrambled thoughts which lay on the unstable shelf
The unstable shelf which is her mind
The words she spouted through tears, incoherent and unrefined.

She will make it far
If only she can let go,
Let go of the memories, let go of the car
The car which glimmered silver
Thinking back to her old life,
like picking at a blister
Only pain was bound to come
The scars which formed were not physically on her
This fact was far too much to fathom

For most of the people she'd try to open up to
Would look at her as if she was insane
Forward and backward the wind blew
Sorrow streaming down her face, she'd try to refrain
She's just overreacting
There are people in this world who are struggling
Their words attacking
Attacking her being, attacking her mind merely for providing the flooding

The flooding of tears
Unearthly fears
Time heals all wounds.
But time can't heal this
But how would I know?
Because I am her
The same words I throw.
She is I but she isn't only me
She lives in all of us her roots planted like an ancient cedar tree.
We all want to flee.