she was pulled out from the womb,
being enveloped in utter darkness
and pain wrapping her up,
in a cold, wet blanket;
miles and miles of memories
sewn tightly,
exposing no cracks between
day and night,
although they’ve been known to her;
she’s fed off lies and cries
burning the fire inside a body
full of tears that’s created an ocean
she’s been swimming in for years;
she’s built a small dock,
pulled herself up,
clinging on for dear life,
hoping someone or something
will find and save her
from the unjust days she’s been dealt;
her heart is still beating,
never quitting
cause strength is within her
and she refuses to fall
although her circumstances
aren’t promising of another day;
she remains this way for longer
than time can tell
her to be quiet and listen
to the wind speak
peace to her current storm;
she is calm
unlike the voices of past
playing like a broken record,
repeating that she’s worthless
and no one will save her
from this tormenting pain,
but she refuses to listen
cause she knows
she’s worthy of freedom
even if it lasts long enough
to break the sky apart
to quiet the tears
streaming like a waterfall
over her face;
she is brave
fighting each moment
cause she knows joy
will come in the morning;
so many more years go by
unnoticed to those
whose ignorance bleeds,
but she doesn’t allow it
to break her;
one day,
her heart leads her to the edge,
the end of the dock
to show her promise
that’s unfolded;
she follows it
and sees a butterfly
dancing in the wind;
she bends down
to get a better look
and sees scars written
upon the wings
yet strength in the way it flies;
in that moment
she knows it’s time
to let go of the dock;
she jumps
to find that she doesn’t fall into the ocean
to her death,
but flies above depth
no longer her home
cause she is free at last.
~ Bethany Anne
Catching Freedom