The Girl Inside

Tangowilliam

The Girl Inside

 

She comes and goes, hides and shows, the Girl inside.

Concealed by Woman host, warned against  tears being cried,

again and again. No lessons learnt the Girl inside retires and waits, for Him.

 

Him is scarce, unexpected, is here with Woman now, unaware of the Girl inside.

Woman is talking, smiling, gazing with eyes open wide.

He smiles suddenly and the Girl, awakes, smiles back, now out of hide.

 

The Girl is coy, as girls can be when playful gambles free,

in happy display with little bidding when Him is here to Be.

Veiled in woman’s years, the Girl shines through, He sees only She.

 

Girl, all fluster and flap, dizzy in muddle, smiles a rainbow and giggles,

dazzling in innocent reveal of the Girl inside, all forfeit to Him as possible beau,

He holds spent breath and paints this memory, as time passes slow.

 

In conjured trick She is gone. He blinks and blinks again but sees only Woman,

beautiful guardian of She, the Girl inside. He, in search of rainbows end, smiles.

The Girl inside, in doubt of secrets spilled in want of fragile plan fades into Woman,

beautiful trusted friend of She.

No hurt to test, no tears to cry, no eyes to dry, no long goodbye.

She comes and goes, hides and shows, the Girl inside.

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  • L. B. Mek

    reading your sincere words
    makes me want to suggest
    'break the Shell' by India Arie
    to you, thanks for sharing
    (some lyrics from the song)
    'Courage is not being hard
    It's time to peel back all of the layers
    You put between who you're meant to be
    And who you are
    And go be: who you are

    So much disappointment to finally understand
    That there is no such thing as perfect
    We're all simply doing the best that we can
    And we have a choice to live
    or to truly: be alive
    This is your life

    Child its time to break the shell
    Life's gonna hurt but its meant to be felt
    You cannot touch the sky from inside yourself
    You cannot fly until it breaks the shell'

    • Tangowilliam

      Thank you so much, not familiar "break the shelf" but very interesting and with strong message.



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