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Where Has She Gone?

A Story of Strength

By Bri MaryPublished 6 years ago 2 min read
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She started out with a crawl,

After awhile, moved to dolls.

But the bugs and dirt, they started to call,

And it was in that moment, she started to stall.

Then she started wearing the wrong clothes,

Heckling spectators, rows on rows.

After that she put on some weight,

Because of the meds, because of the hate.

All of a sudden, she didn't care to run,

Because of the meds, because she was numb.

After some bruises, people got wise,

Rolling their eyes, another wimp on the rise.

Out with the old, in with the new,

'Do these make you feel like you're not you?'

During this chaos, of which she was no fan,

She said yes to a drink from a tall handsome man.

Of course a drink is not a drink,

It's a push to the brink.

She did not know, as she puked in the sink,

The man stood in the door and said he liked pink.

The next day she was sick,

So she poked at her plate.

As she thought of that prick,

That all but sealed her fate.

He decided right then it was time for a change,

Although he was scared to face the strange.

He kept it inside for a very long time,

Because he wasn't too keen on wearing a sign.

But there's something he saw that he never really knew,

Your only chance for happiness is truely being you.

Out of the closet the wrong clothes came,

They were all finished with feeling the shame.

He donned his button down and loose fitting jeans,

Crying and crying, you don't know what this means.

He cut his blonde hair that reached to his backside,

He realized he'd taken his only place to hide.

A moment of shock, dare I say panic,

With a wild eyed smile he then became manic.

He put the lock on his door until he was done,

Finally finally, the true battle was done.

The doctor in the room asked him 'where has she gone?'

Slightly implying he's suspecting a con.

He just looked him in the eye and smiled at length,

'She didn't go anywhere, she just gained her strength.'

He stepped out of the room with the essence of male,

He knew with this done he had no chance to fail.

Not this part, not in his heart, broken it may be,

But, I know I can't fail now that I'm me.

inspirational
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About the Creator

Bri Mary

Hello everyone, I appreciate that you took the time to read or even look into my writing. I write story poetry and there is always more than meets the eye. Just like people.

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