she

she is three years old
    & holding the hand of her
older brother as they walk
    through the field –
a summer breeze falling lightly
over her rosy cheeks
he swings the small girl
through the air as she
screams and giggles.

   she is seven years old
& breaking down a locked door to
find the boy on the floor
     and crying –
a dim light illuminates his face
she holds him tightly until
the tears stop falling.

she is eleven years old
   & going deaf –
sitting in a loud room with
a lively crowd
she cannot hear a sound.

     she is thirteen years old
& can’t seem to figure out why
 all her friends keep sneaking out
      for sex –
it is an unappealing act that
everybody seems to care about
except for her.

    she is sixteen years old &
visiting her brother in hospital
  after another near death –
it is winter and snow falls
outside the window
unspoken words linger between
her and the boy
she cannot hear his voice.

    she was nineteen years old
when she looked into a mirror
   and saw her father for
the very first time.

Published by featherquills

i am a misfit and a wanderer, captivated by the mysteries of the universe and the secrets of humanity.

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