Amelia_v

How long

Until I find who I am 

I ask myself 

Because all I see 

Is the girl in the mirror

Skin rough as sandpaper

Brain that does not work

It's been years since I met him

Hair like a wild horse

Eyes like the vines on my house

Heart so big it wraps around my soul

It's been years since he left

In the middle of the night under a star-filled sky

She dreamed she could fly

way off into the big blue sky.

All she really wanted

was to leave her worries behind

soar like a hawk

or maybe a dove.

Somedays she was a hawk

and others a mourning dove.