A Soldier to Me

Her hair reddish brown, shoulder length,

Soft to the touch,

Made stringy after hours of unsuccessful braids and far from professional scalp massages.

Her jewelry signifies what she wishes for:

PEACE.

Her pretend laugh, her nervous laugh, and her genuine laugh,

All three experienced and contagious.

Deadly if caught.

Her heart big and pumping,

Bleeding compassion,

Cracked in numerous places over the years, some all the way broke.

But fully mended in others.

She’s a little girl in heart, but an adult in mind.

Some days the adult punishes the little girl for trying to express new feelings.

Other days the little girl will get her way after fighting and winning her argument with those damn puppy eyes.

Her family together but so broken.

Finally all in driving distance, although some feel farther than others.

Depending where she goes, she drives slower for the fear of what lies once she arrives.

She wastes gas and pollutes the air like a man she knows who pollutes his body.

She refuses to stop visiting, though, because despite of,

Every missed game, every change of his mind,

His still lined his hallway with achievements she did.

That pride keeps her going back.

Those few words he said to her keep her going back.

That night stand keeps her going back.

She’s a soldier to me.

Fighting her own war.

She so desperately wishes for someone to hold up a white flag.

But she fears if she gives up, a new war will start,

Between her and herself.

Current Location: School
Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: Savage Garden