Growing Up

She grew, a little too quickly.

Watching as other girls her age

giggled by the swing set during recess

dreaming of their first boyfriends.

An innocent thought.

They merely wanted someone

to hold hands with at recess 

and split a cookie with at lunch

Oh, how she wished it were

that simple for her too.

It was not.

She knew, even this young,

that her life would not be 

... normal.

Bad luck had followed her like

a lost puppy for as long as

she had known.

Bad luck almost felt like

a euphemism to her at this point.

She was haunted

by the events she

had to witness.

Would they treat her differently

if they only knew?

Would she be pushed away

for something other than

her inability to trust familiar faces

and the lack of happiness within

her timid skeleton?

Why

did he get to strip her childhood away

from her while he 

stripped the clothes from her back-

Why did he get to push away

every sense of security she had

with every push of a forceful entrance?

Her only hope was to bury

the memories away.

But

was that even worth it?

Buried bones always resurface.

Do they not?

Layers, 

slowly peeled back like an onion.

And do people not cry when an onion is peeled?

She grew, a little too quickly

Because she knew that naivety

would never saver her in this

dark and twisted world

And those sent to protect you

were sometimes unable

to do that very thing.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest, powerful and realistic words.
"Layers,
slowly peeled back like an onion.
And do people not cry when an onion is peeled?"
The above lines. Amazing. It is sad what we do to each other. Steal away the innocence of youth, not think of the end result. Thank you Amelia for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote