In that small living room,
lay 4 giant couch cushions.
Small and skinny,
a little girl can make her fort.
Each cushion turning into a wall,
even a blanket on top for her roof.
Inside her little fort made perfectly for her,
she sat happy with her teddy.
A wave of safeness,
knowing no one would break down her fort.
This is her home,
enclosed in 4 Sandy toned cushions.
A pink blanket with green butterflies,
right above her head.
Reggie the bear in his red hoodie,
clutched to her chest.
Love is within her,
the world is good to her.
That little girl,
isn't little.
No if anything she's grown,
so close to a woman.
Reggie is in the closet,
in fear of holding him will bring back too much.
That same floor she built her fort,
was the same floor she watched life leave someone she truly loved.
The floor is enclosed in a house,
one she refuses to go in now.
The pink blanket with green butterflies is gone,
sent to a store that gave it to someone who needed it more.
Those 4 cushions,
are now in a building moth eaten and soaked with rain and mildew.
Being grown,
there's no time for a fort.
The not so little girl,
can't drop everything for a fort.
Instead she builds a fort of negative entities.
Her regrets,
boys that treat her like a toy,
substances she swore she'd never do,
and a heart that stays broken.
Her roof is made of shame,
forever hanging over her head.
Boxing in isn't safe,
but it's all she knows now.
To avoid,
to build a fort.
In that small living room,
is what started it all.
