Who is the little girl deep within.
She struggles to come out through the thick skin she made.
A cloak that protects her from others such as herself.
She dreams of achieving, plans she have long since made.
Scared to come out of her protective shell,
for she may succeed at was is so contradictory,
to who she is,
to what she knows.
She sees the house,
her future family
as her mind races toward it,
her past pulls her back
Her mind yells...
RUN!! RUN!! GET AWAY!!
CAN YOU TRUST IT TO BE REAL?!!
TO BE TRUE?!!!
But how would she know without taking a risk....
to live.
The little girl within,
again she whispers,
“I can be so much more.
I can be happy with love,
adoring love.
I could have a free spirit soul.
Let me out!!! Please....... Let me out!!!
Can the woman listen to her girl?
A task so foreign from the living fears of leaving the past.
She tries.
She runs.
She tiptoes.
She weaves.
She shies from the direct path,
as she is tipped off balance by uncertainty,
by possible success.
She continues to try.
Driven by ambition
for a better life than what she has.
She never stops running,
or learning, to change the direction of her feet.
Copyright - Michelle Poet May, 2002