Smile in her wake
a story from my sadness
There once was a girl who sat all on her own,
curled up in her bed at a place she called home.
Her hair was unwashed and her eyes were all puffy.
Her nail varnish chipped, her clothes stained and scruffy.
How she looked did not matter at that moment then,
When she lived in her dreams, where she felt safe again.
The dangers and threats of the big world outside
Could cause no more harm when she chose to hide.
Her belly twisted and knotted just like in cat's cradle
And she swallowed back vomit like soup from a ladle.
Her troublesome mind, it ached and it throbbed
As she thought of the life that she had had robbed
The love that she longed for, she never was shown
Fields of emotion she had not ever known.
Cast into a sea of love and understanding
But she couldn’t swim and it was too deep for standing.
She spluttered and kicked as her limbs grew weary.
Her lips chapped and sore, her eyes fat and teary.
At last she decided to fight it no more
So the waves ate her up and spat her back on the shore
On the sharp, lonely beach, shivering, she lay
Dreaming and longing that she would see the day
Where her legs would adopt a layer of scale
And from the waist down she would have a fish tail.
The things she would do if that were the case
She’d glide through the water with such perfect grace
Causing ripples of laughter and smiles in her wake
Affection and passion with the waves as they break
She thought about drowning as she lay in her bed
And vowed if she finds ‘happy’ to quit when ahead.
Her last day will be filled with babbling fun
A warm hand in hers by the setting of sun
No fear or sadness creeping back in
No repeat of how her life has been.
A kiss on the forehead to wish her good bye
As stars start to appear, above, in the sky.
The people she’s known relieved of their duty,
Resuming their lives and their spectrum of beauty
No longer having to tiptoe thin ice
The difficult girl, for them, paid that price.
With her eyes closed forever she can dream of the sea
Swimming and splashing and smiling is she.
And now for a secret I tell only thee,
The girl in the story is none other than me.
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