I AM

I am but a single shuddering whisper trapped beneath the shroud, a lingering fluttering flicker of self indulgent doubt. I am but a small one, an itty bitty insignificant flake of dust, among the sunlight. A little soft, though not soft spoken, a little daft, a wee bit broken, much too hardened, yet, too young to be outspoken instead of “spoken for” or “in love.” I am but a girl, spirit frayed and bittered hag softly and constantly being reborn.