Virgin

I emerged from the chrysalis of childhood and adolescence birthed once again into this world a woman beaten, battered, and sore cold and confused Nothing was at all what I’d been led to believe that I’d been promised by people in the past who would say with confidence with wits like mine I’d go far Colors faded from the resplendent hues I recalled into dreary shades of dungeon gray Surrounded by securely locked doors Unworthy to be granted entry Feeling like a virgin whose first lover penetrates only far enough to break the barrier making her bleed before withdrawing leaving her lying there longing for more