Old poem, from when I was fifteen.
Tiny and broke, wide eyes looking out
The bad love present as I sit down
Fluttering heart ready to fly away
Soul in hiding, not wanting to stay
So tiny and small, so broken and weak
You are sat looking waiting for an answer from me
Shaking head, confused little girl
Unknown to her, the choice was never really hers
The fear of what if, plagues within her mind
The choice between parents, will never find an end
The path is not an easy one, treacherous and painful
A burden not worth pain, yet the burden was on me
The world around me burning, flesh dripping free
Teary eyes looking lost, when will you find me?
Shaking body realising this is a must, no hope for me escaping
Shaking knees, clank together like silver spoons within in the wind
As I bow my head, and tell you, this isn’t me
This choice is not to be burdened on me.