From Talcum to Kryptonite

When I first saw her cry,

When he broke down and couldn’t stand.

They raised and taught me to be strong

But for the first time,

I thought they were wrong.

My sister stayed isolated,

In her quiet room.

Her arms were decorated with battle scars,

The stripes of both courage and agony.

She laid there staring at the ceiling,

just her and her frail spirit.

I heard the distant melody,

beating to the sounds of loneliness.

Even though it plays desperately,

The tune is still harmonious 

It’s hard to stay firm,

Because each of us will fall.

A measuring tape tied around my waist

Helped choke my sorrows down the drain.

I had never fully understood 

the true meaning of “beauty”.

I couldn’t see my worth,

As I pushed food around my plate.

Hours in front of the mirror

Only validated the firm feelings of hate.

I hugged you tight and buried my head

into your heavy shoulder.

The tears were uncontrollable,

“please, help me!” I screamed.

Under my pillows and into the air,

The words floated away.

“It’s okay” was all you said,

And then the seas came crashing down.

Immediately the heavens split,

to display the sun like a glowing crown.

Now I’ve learned through many years, 

that this world is full of distress.

Yet glorious secrets are hidden,

Within the inevitable pain.

Poblems weigh down on our shoulders,

But out of this misery comes new light.

The sharpest diamonds cut our hearts, 

But change us from talcum to Kryptonite.

Although I am not the princess

I wanted to be as a child.

I am a superhero,

With the strength of a rushing wind.

For if you look close enough, 

I know that you will find: 

That freedom is in the soul of the believer

And the battle is within the mind.