free
She wants to say that
She's alive and well,
but only God knows that
She's going through hell.
No, she's not okay
But that’s all she cares to say.
Because we all get a little
Weary when one knows
Too much of our day.
Yesterday is history.
But it remains skin deep,
scarred on her arm;
No longer a mystery.
Just let her be.
Tomorrow, in the morning,
You’ll see that
She’ll finally be free.
This poem is about:
Our world