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.


without voices-

a muted “no”


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