Girl Unwound

A life of Worth is priceless.
But to feel worthless has a price.
The price of Sadness and of


Never ending,
Always broken.

Never mending.

The grown Woman,
tall and fierce,
so deserving and yet

so yielding.

When did it become Right,
become the norm,
to squash the Worth
in the Girl
and break the Woman

she would never become?

Of course Life is tough
and of course times get hard
but never does the Girl
deserve the blame.

Pass the buck
make it hurt elsewhere
blame the others
rest the weight on the weary.

Never on your own shoulders.

Break the Girl.


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