Relentless
December 9, 2016
Growing up misunderstood is a beautiful thing
The time I spent alone, or rather the time I was left alone
I thought, my mind opened like the doors of heaven
I saw the light
The fright in my eyes disappeared because I finally read between the lines
I pulled on my big girl pants, my subconscious slapped me and said, “ Baby girl, it’s time to wake up.”
All the fairy tales, bedtime stories, and small tubes of lipgloss fell into my tattered shoes
My smile disappeared, from left to right all I heard was
“You need to smile more.”
I slipped into a state simplicity, appreciating the smaller things all I heard was
“You need to be more fun.”
I looked from the bottom of the glass and saw my future, I was focused all I heard was
“You need to stop being so serious. Loosen Up.”
I expect the unexpected, I’ve seen the disaster, I saw the pit of fire and I walked through it
I felt the empty belly, I heard the roars from the monster
But I stayed on my feet
As young as I was, well beyond my age, I spoke a soft word and everyone was silent
My eyes held tears that could make rivers, and those rivers are now gone
Replaced with what is now acceptance
My tears had to be wiped, my knees were scraped they needed to be cleaned a long time ago
I sat and waited for a savior that never came
I found my strength, wiped my eyes away with it and cleaned my knees
I still live with invisible wounds, but when I find my head drooping down I pick it right back up
Because my bones are made out of steel, and my heart will beat relentlessly
Janae, this is an excellent piece of poetry! I like the vague setting and specific sense you get at the beginning, and as an eternal optimist, I obviously like the uplifting conclusion.
Thanks for ending my week on an inspirational note. I lack the tools to fully understand but, like all good art, I love it.