Like shrapnel scattering through my soul Her shrilling cry pierces my heart Fear overcomes my being, causing me to perish in the idle moment Back before feet, I gravitate towards her sorrow Layers of skin are vacant from her perfect frame I extend myself as she reaches out for me Nestled in my arms her dangling barrettes and crimson stained dress tell the story Nose wrinkled, with salt stained cheeks She curiously gazes into my eyes For to her, I am the keeper of all things… that make it better As I place the bandage on her knee
I tell her that he pushed her because he likes her.
Buried beneath the pile, cronies’ secrets lie Knowledge is overshadowed by misunderstanding Leaving innocence to bare the burden of shame Like the day transitions to night She is changing yet she is unsure of her fate Days betray hours She creeps forward to place her crimson stained secret beneath the pile Head bowed in shame, she searched for me Her hands trembled as her revelation spewed forth As I clean her soiled garment and cleanse her impaired emotions
I smile and proudly tell her that she is becoming a young woman.
Vows foreshadow the intensity of this moment Sweat streams from her frowned forehead to her chin Her contractions become a contraction As she cries out in immense pain Pushing is no longer an option I run my hands gently through her hair as I bow down to kiss her eyes My pleas flow through my lips into her essence In that moment, the metamorphosis begins Bringing forth her battle cry A new generation is laid on her chest Leaving a birthmark on her crimson stained gown Hand extended she pulls me in Eagerly waiting for my words to grace her ears She nervously smiles in anticipation I thank her for bringing continued joy into my life In this, my proudest moment, I am empowered by her strength and beauty
I tell her that she is now responsible for another life.
Gentle morning kisses goodbye are soon greeted by chipped teeth and broken ribs, when the sun sets Frustration and cowardice invite temptation into a union set for two He loves you not if he strikes down your dreams and desecrates your temple Promised visits left unfulfilled Unattended meals and frail excuses usher in doubt
I tell him that if he doesn’t value my butterfly, send her home to me
Guarded secrets assume blame Steadfast loyalty presumes hope is near While pondering failure, angry hands decide her fate In the presence of stifled joy Her shrilling cry pierces my heart Fear overcomes my being, causing me to perish in the idle moment Back before feet, I run to her bedside Her war-torn face and crimson stained brow tell the story Hand in hand, her chest rises and falls as she takes her final breath Her eyes no longer look to me for assurance For she must now journey to the true keeper of all things… that make it better As I run my hands gently through her hair and I bow down to kiss her eyes
I tell her to fly!
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