Broken
I should’ve never said “yes”
every ounce of me knew
but i was tired-
trying to find
and hide
and hope for true
in the tiny pieces
of my splitting,
shattered, seedling soul.
Drowning in pride.
Details and dresses and drama and daddy’s dimes
over my head-
too young to be good
on my weighted shoulders.
Everyone knew-
no one would speak.
Whispers
without voices-
a muted “no”
echoed
everywhere, and
shattered years and tears.
I silenced its haunting refrain
with a hollow yes.
Written for Poem a day challenge, a “forget what I said earlier” poem.
Buen Viaje! ~Jen