grown up girl

                                                    grown up girl

 

lost little lady(such a grown up girl)

a secret keeping smile; 

pains neatly tucked behind a shade of white and glossy pink

                                                                                            help me, she’d laugh

 

hurting little darling(such a grown up girl)

a mystery holding gaze;

sorrows carefully kept behind shadowed lids and painted lashes

                                                                                          save me, she’d blink

 

aching little honey(such a grown up girl)

an inviting charm of movement;

struggles gently placed behind twinkling jewels and manicured fingers

                                                                                          find me, she’d wave

 

dive deep little sweetheart(such a grown up girl)

breathe shallow, swim hard;

find peace in the silence, 

feel empty in its depth.

 

long strides to cover her tracks,

swayed hips to distract any doubts.

sweet confidence portrayed in licking her lips,

bitter loss conveyed through baring her skin.

 

making sure they believe it,

knowing that you don’t.

hoping to fill the void by holding them,

knowing that you won’t.

 

scared little lady(such a grown up girl)

troubles hidden in busy hands, busy words;

moved further into life,

no closer to the surface.

 

a curious little crush,

brightening the day; lightening the swim.

eyes squinted unsure of the sparkle 

no chance, she decides

                                                                                            please yes, she prays

 

be careful little child(such a grown up girl)

dance gently around new truths,

breathe slow, swim wary;

you’ve played this before.            
        
                                                                                                                                             but…


a kind, gentle touch,

those calm, patient words.

no little love here,

no little girls now.


swim up little one(such a grown up girl)

so quickly exposed, uncertain of shame.

shaking hands, fluttering heart

just nerves, she explains

                                                                                             butterflies, she knows


no certainties set,

no guarantees made,

but the warmth of the sun has broken the surface,

and the decisions are yours as you lift your face to greet it.

 
so breathe deep little precious,

fill your lungs, fill your soul.

the future is best left just there;

here is where you are.

here is where you are loving.

 
you’re doing just fine. 

 

                                                                                    for such a grown up girl

 

 

 

 

 love and light,




trish