My breath is trapped,
frozen in ice and glass-
I was a girl of honey
and now I am a girl of fire,
a girl who wishes
but never is,
a girl inferior, inadequate,
a girl who pushes
as hard as she can
but a girl aware
it is never enough.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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