One Step At Time
One step at a time I will try to make something incredible happen starting with this.
I heard a saying once, a girl said to her mother," Mother. I love you, but you don't know
what you do to me."
Have you heard it before?
It's the words of a child with a broken heart.
She carries shattered glass for a spirit and
a whisper voice to the wind.
This child illusions herself with another her.
Someone to protect her from the stones and bricks
of the angry storms words.
She questions the real her.
"Am I enough of a lady?''
"Am I enough of a daughter?"
"Am I enough at all?"
"Why can't I be strong enough?"
"I don't want to be me."
The storms voice is the ghost in the back of her head, hammering, breaking
her broken spirit more.
She has become a true ghost in the shell.
This child doesn't know what to say or to think.
She can't, because her voice is in the wind.
Unheard, and long gone.
Her mind is caught in a state of temporary amnesia.
Stormy words put her in this traumatic state.
So neither does she want to talk or express.
She wants to be gone from this hour.
She wants another her.
The storm truly doesn't know the physical, spiritual pain she places on
this child.
Is it the storms own pain reflecting through her flying bricks and stones?
This child has been the storms only shoulder to lean on and lash on.
This child takes on the storms pain and never says a word.
Though this child never expresses her own pain.
All she wants is do is scream.
What can she say?
She is "A Prisoner of Love".
But, one step at a time she will do something incredible.
She finds herself finding her voice and mind in a world that
is not her own, in a body that is not her own.
This child has become one in the same for another escape.
By Anonymous
I heard a saying once, a girl said to her mother," Mother. I love you, but you don't know
what you do to me."
Have you heard it before?
It's the words of a child with a broken heart.
She carries shattered glass for a spirit and
a whisper voice to the wind.
This child illusions herself with another her.
Someone to protect her from the stones and bricks
of the angry storms words.
She questions the real her.
"Am I enough of a lady?''
"Am I enough of a daughter?"
"Am I enough at all?"
"Why can't I be strong enough?"
"I don't want to be me."
The storms voice is the ghost in the back of her head, hammering, breaking
her broken spirit more.
She has become a true ghost in the shell.
This child doesn't know what to say or to think.
She can't, because her voice is in the wind.
Unheard, and long gone.
Her mind is caught in a state of temporary amnesia.
Stormy words put her in this traumatic state.
So neither does she want to talk or express.
She wants to be gone from this hour.
She wants another her.
The storm truly doesn't know the physical, spiritual pain she places on
this child.
Is it the storms own pain reflecting through her flying bricks and stones?
This child has been the storms only shoulder to lean on and lash on.
This child takes on the storms pain and never says a word.
Though this child never expresses her own pain.
All she wants is do is scream.
What can she say?
She is "A Prisoner of Love".
But, one step at a time she will do something incredible.
She finds herself finding her voice and mind in a world that
is not her own, in a body that is not her own.
This child has become one in the same for another escape.
By Anonymous