Destination Unknown
Let me tell you a story
about a little girl.
Picture perfect
state of grace.
Innocent as children should be.
Yet beneath her war paint
is a map
of spider web scars
drawn over the surface of her skin.
Threatening
to snap her twigs of veins.
A road map of white lines
traced one too many times.
Fake smiles
hiding tear tracks
that mark up her cheeks
and smear the painting
she worked so hard to create.
But still
underneath those snowflake
papier-mache sleeves
are crimson
cranberry designs
working their way
from her elbows
to her wrists.
And beneath
those petal pink tights
are paperwhite railroad tracks
criss crossing over peachy flesh.
But she promises she is okay.
That the designs traced
up
and down her body
are nothing more
than reminders
to keep going.
And yet
here she is
screaming for help
and tracing the map
over
and over
and over
hoping it will show her
where she belongs.
But who’s to say
that it won’t lead her
down the wrong path?
Copyright © Kacie Ray | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment