Tears slipped quietly
Down her face, hair
Messily tied back into
The lowest of low ponytails, and
Perfectly manicured nails just begun
To be chewed upon clutched
A sparkling phone case;
The glittery stars seemed to
Too bright in her tired eyes fading
Like real stars, non-
Artificial, would as
The day brightened;
Perhaps her eyes were
Just the same
As those stars;
She looked so tired, so sad, but
It was all I could do to think
She looks so pretty
Like that, like
Any moment she’ll fall from
The plastic case she’s
Painted around herself;
Perhaps me seeing that was
What was so scary for her, why
The walls falling away felt like
They were caving in, but
Maybe there was also a part of her that
Needed it, to
Have the survivor of herself be seen with
Each quiet flare of a tear, and
To have someone know there was
Someone still there, someone
Who would succeed the her she
Tried so hard to be;
I rested my hand atop
The crumbling yet
Neatly skin-cared back of hers and
Gave her a little smile.
You look so pretty, and
Can I sit with you?
I would like to thank OverTheRainbow because while they had nothing really to do with this poem, I feel like they inspired me to write it in the voice and style I did. Your writing is so incredible, and I'm so grateful I get to read it!
Posted in response to the challenge Empathy.
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