Cold is what she feels
When she steps outside
The comfort within,
And the space between
Here and there
Defines the moment
Before a breath
Can escape her lips;
She stands upon stones
Defining mere beginnings,
Chipped,
Already damaged
And you think her to be strong;
Words once trapped
Becomes free
As music pulls them out of the cage
Where the bird
Enslaved to silence
Screamed
Yet no one heard a sound
Thanks to ignorance bleeding
Her heart broken,
Shattered
Out of form;
The fragments of her mind
Dissolving
In an unfamiliar thought
She’s never been in before,
Which is terrifying
Yet beautiful at the same time;
Now she’s laying on the surface
Above depth
She will soon become
And it’s finally going to be ok
Cause she’s here
Till the war ends
And her heart hasn’t stopped
Beating yet.
~ Bethany Anne