The girl of fire

This girl

Takes every conversation

By storm

Walks in

Not like she owns it

But like she knows what she wants

And there is no way around it

She will have it

This girl

Fighting

Every day of her life

To be heard

To not be walked all over

To not be bullied into oppression

In this world it's hard

But she manages

Day by day

Handpicks friends

She knows will bring something to each other

Complementing

Creating a bubble of happiness

No one is perfect

This girl

Gave up on perfection

And let it burn

She is playful, too

Playful with what she says and does

Knows how to joke

Be silly

Be a kid and not always act like such an adult

Society has tried to force her into growing up too soon

She doesn't listen

Knows childhood can still be cherished in these final years of it

Knows where the jokes end, too

Knows where the lines are

Even if she teeters on the edge sometimes.

She is fire

In every fiber of her being

Fire

Burning bright and bold sometimes

Warm and content others

Collected

Organized

Headstrong

Blazing

Burning

Unstoppable

Fire

Always.

She lives, too

Lives a life of joy despite

Them

Despite what

They've done

Teasing in her "I love you"s even though

She means every word

Making mistakes

But never making them again

Knowing how to learn

Learning how to know

What's right and

What's wrong

This girl

The girl of fire

Is lonely

Because sometimes

Not having everything

But having everything you want or need

Can be overwhelming

And so the girl of fire

Is once again

Midway between success and failure

Happiness and anger

In the impossible in between

She knows so well.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

More by QueenBee

  • Dancing

    Two kids

    The song

    The beat

    The rhythm

    You know the rhythm, don't you?

    Pulling you up

    Pulling you to me

    Out there

    I know it's scary

    Couldn't we let go and not care

    Just for tonight?

  • Giddy

    Giddy is the exhilaration

    Thinking about you

    Getting excited

    For what, I don't know

    Counting down the days until I can see you again

    (Summer is hard)

    Reading love stories

    Listening to love songs

  • I cried

    I cried.

    I looked at the photos,

    The Polaroids,

    And I cried

    And cried

    And cried.

    I couldn't feel anything.

    My heart was bleeding

    And I couldn't feel it.

    I cried

    Emotionless