Once upon a time, there lived a girl. A girl who looked at the world through untainted eyes. A girl who looked at the world and believed she would grow up and make a difference. A girl who thought she would be different. A girl who knew she didn't quite fit the mold. A girl who's thoughts raced in her mind , sometimes to fast to understand shat she was even really thinking. A girl who secretly wanted to be accepted. A girl who was enraged by stereotypes, racism, bigotry and violence. A girl who raged with in her self. A girl who struggle to break free.
Once upon a dreary, there was a girl . A girl who was abused and broken. A girl whose every dream and liveliness was stamped out. Once there was a girl that wanted love so much, that she grasped at love in all the wrong places. Once there was a girl, who was swallowed by circumstance and geography. Once there was a girl who swore she had learned from the mistakes she witnessed as a child, bore through her mother's pain. Once there was a girl who awoke to find her self trapped in repeating history. Once there was a girl who still believed that some way, some how, some day she had a chance. A chance to break the mold. A chance to change her world.
Once upon a birthday of 30, there was a girl. Once there was a girl in this shell she doesn't recognize. Once there was a girl who wasn't brought up and surrounded in a pack of lies. Once there was a girl, who stood with tears in her eyes. Once there was a girl who was now a mother. A girl who loved her children above any other. Once there was a girl who loved her spouse, even though she was a prisoner in her own house. Once there was a girl , with a wounded soul, who reached fro her love, and found an empty hole.
Today there stands a girl. Broken in every way. Who looks at her past in total dismay. How did it happen, where did it go? Where are the stars in my eyes, what happened to my goal? Today there is a girl, who isn't really a girl anymore. Who loves her husband still, and her children even more. How did I fail him, where was my fatal flaw? What was this struggle for, and did any of it matter at all?
Someday there will be an answer, for a girl who is no more.
Today she sits in silence,... wondering whats in store.
