A little girl of me

Of which a little  girl reads

of which a little girl ran

through the words

 through the worlds

to be taught of life

and of life be taught

 a little  girl becomes hopeful

for the first time in a long time

because that little girl might have struggled too long

  because in a world without the color is a lonely one

One, a singular, a person

 A person, a little girl no longer small

no longer running

but rather swimming

swimming in a new world of color

one of love hope and freedom. something she had wished to claim

 Claim of hers, to adventure, brought to her on the wings of

courageous voices and powerful visages,

 She tries to stand tall but its too strong, wings of freedom

are not hers to claim. left alone for far too long

a life of far too long

  it's all too loud, all too much, all to

Strong.

Strong, she must be strong, she must be stone.

Stone engraved with the story of her past, story of her future,

Engraved with the words of others. paint her like an ocean

paint her like a wildflower field because she done being the wallflower

Wallflower, an everyone an anyone,

doomed to be forgotten in jumbles pages, of people

A women no longer

rather a little girl again, for the pages drown her. drown her in hopes

drown her in colors, drown her among the others

She’ll cry out much like others do. so what saves her?

She faces an ocean quickly becoming cold, and colored of crimson, the wings of freedom reach her no longer.

She must go on, to break free of the stone,

the words of past must crumble to bring future, she must run

  through the words

    through the worlds

to be taught of life

 and to be teacher

burst from the walls holding the words of others yet become

Singular

become her own bird of freedom, spurred on by the dreams of others

propelled by hope

She must become the words

she must become the worlds

to be taught of life and life be taught

she must be the wings of freedom for other

Little  girls who run through words

and through worlds