Small

Small

Copyright © 2013 The Wrought Writer

She wrapped herself in the crooks of looks and nooks of books, cloaked her face with hair misplaced, hid her smile, for a while, in the cover of much denial.

She grew small it seemed, making her way, suppressing things dreamed. They laughed at things she thought she’d hid, talked about things she never really did.

Friends were enemies and enemies the same, taunted by voices not knowing her name. Lonely a thing she came to grasp well, a soft blanket she knit out of personal hell.

She didn’t know kind and missed out on close, pieces of heart limply strung by a ghost.

Until a day one reached out, offered the help she’d lived without.  A strong hand extended, a friendship made, a thing never had, a wish that wouldn’t fade.

It’s all it took to live and love, because of this she rose above…the hurt, the pain all overcame, the weak, the cursed, all reversed.

She ate from the orchards of strength and pride, found a new life, chose to decide…to believe she had worth and deserved a new birth, to start things anew, become what is true.

Not one to forget what it is to be small; she’ll be there when needed, a net for a fall.

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About The Wrought Writer

“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.” ~ Rudyard Kipling ~ I want to write words that you like to read. Hopefully, we have something in common.
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12 Responses to Small

  1. indytony says:

    Wow. Very tightly woven. Nicely done.

  2. joetwo says:

    Excellent set of rhymes here. Well done!

  3. oscarjamieson says:

    Interesting style. Sort of like a spoken song. It makes for powerful rhyming scheme but I feel the heavy connotations of sentences like “pieces of heart limply strung by a ghost” are overlooked. It’s such a fantastic phrase, I feel it would be better placed without the rhyme. I don’t know, just my opinion. Great piece as always, well done!

  4. So beautiful – I have written a novel with a main character who is a young girl – she has been picked on a lot – driven to the very edge of despair – she writes a journal. As I read your words, I could hear her voice. Thank you.

  5. Sarah says:

    My favourite one so far, lovely lady. I love it. It moved me. xoxo

  6. diannegray says:

    This is beautiful. I love the line “They laughed at things she thought she’d hid, talked about things she never really did.” this is so true of some people…

    • I feel I could write on this subject endlessly. You’re right. People love to knit a lot of nonsense out of imaginary yarn. I like that line too – side note: I’ve since changed about to of…better flow. :0)

      Thanks for commenting, Dianne!

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