Mood: quizzical
I am a girl...
a young girl
spinning around inside a
grown woman's world...
I am made of glass
and full of jelly beans
and I hurt
in places nobody can see or even
believe exist...
I beg them to help me,
they shake their heads and roll their eyes
and tell me I'm crazy, and so I shout
into the void, begging out loud, a plea
to the only ones left to hear me,
" my god! my goddess! please...!"
the only response,
my own echo...
(*silence*)
perhaps one day,
my screams will shatter the glass
and the sweetness will spill out,
everywhere,
into every dark corner
of the world --
young, old, ageless, timeless...!
maybe one day,
jagged edges will slice through little girl
fingertips,
and I will raise my bloody open palms to a
bright blue sky
and thank this universe
for hearing me,
for blessing me,
for loving me
enough to
silence the deafening tornado
raging inside
this jelly bean jar wearing a painted smile...
xoxo,
gee
posted by gee
at 6:20 PM EST