Broken Girls

They say

“broken girls blossom into warriors”

Do I strive to break or be broken?

Read unspoken words

Scamper to the top of mountains

Look down at my bruised feet and my swollen chest

I feel no pain just my pride

For I’ve blossomed

Right?

Each chink in my armour

Makes me stronger

If you claw on my skin

It’s your fingers that bleed

If Someone breaks my bones

They slowly turn to gold

So I break, keep breaking until this earth

Is full of tiny pieces of me

Until there is nothing left to break

I’ve blossomed

“Broken girls” they say

Around here they break one everyday

They wipe off her smiles

That dazzled their eyes

Like rainbows coming up for air

They deem her beauty too bright

So they cloud it with their darkness

And wait for the rains to bathe away

The fairies in her tales

Until only the ashes of a phoenix remain

She’s blossomed.

They break us in droves

A factory plucking out each dream

Storing us in jars

Until the anger is just ripe

They choke us till we can’t breathe

They don’t see, we no longer need to

We simply wait

on the edge of life

Blossoming everyday

So here we stand battle ready

Swords unsheathed

Shields up

Ready to consume all their hate

Their anger is scripted on our skin

Scars that have branded stories

On a mind that wishes to forget

We are an army of warriors

Who never wanted a war…

The Red Shoe

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A little red shoe
Is the gateway
To the world
Full of dreams for you

It lies in innocence
Deep in the garden
Of my blooming daffodils
Awaiting your remembrance

A swing set sways
Blown by the wind
Wishing for your company
On this winter’s day

Awaiting your tiny hands
That held on to the chains
And with each rise
Imagined unknown mysterious lands

A lovely dressed up doll
Sits alone at your tea party
She misses the hugs
That kept away the night’s cold

She awaits mundane conversations
Your fairy tale concerns
The view from the dollhouse now:
Everyday is a dark revelation

Perched on my window sill
My cold dark mind
Flutters like that bee
Buzzing around my daffodils

They miss your touch so tender
Their beauty belying the truth
They bloom from the love
Seeping through from six feet under….

My journey just began!

Something waits at the end of the line
I see it smile and hide away
A ghost like mischief
It shows itself again
And then blinds me into a blissful sleep
Joy is an understated promise
Happiness an added luxury
My end suddenly seems
Like the best end of it all
It washes past me and meets me in my dreams
Something waits behind that hill
A promise better than a sunrise
A wish stronger than the stars
In that strength of fearless hope
This life lauds its brave heart
At the last step to the top
The mind is scared
Of dead ends and living things
The feet take the last swing
The lungs the last breath
Only to find a perfect end is a better beginning
At the end of this line
Lies the start of another!