Routine
Breathe in, breathe out
If I close my eyes they won't get me!
Open, check left or right,
So far they haven't noticed me!
I take my tiny feet and walk across the room
I make sure I make no sound so I could get there soon
But midway I am caught and thrown into the rushing waves of arguing
Where I drown in a sea where the words are tangling
And they wrap themselves around my wrists and ankles
And a part of me wants to let loose the anger!
But I let the whole commotion bring me down
And float there quietly and calmly until there is no sound
And once the waves are settled, I rush back to the room
And remember the words that were able to come through
All little sparks that don't catch flame
Yet there tiny glow is still there with no shame
As if it is normal to be called all these names!
So at last I crouch down to the ground and hug my knees
Just letting the words sink in me
But apart of me wishes to get up and stand before the mirror and hope that what they say is wrong
The words in my head make no sense
They're all scattered in an exaggerated mess
So I slowly close my eyes
And breathe in and breathe out
I open them up and look to my left and right
I see nothing in my sight
So I let my hands drop and allow myself to relax
And realize I was able to calmly react
And as I go to bed to run away
The smooth edge of a new word appears in my head
And as I say this word out loud I smile
Cause I didn't have to walk or run so many miles
To prove that they were wrong
I know who I am...
I know i am STRONG!
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