Sweet girl I feel i must tell you that the worst is not over But you are cold and steely Churning and relentless even in mosaic bits. And you will slip silently into places you have not want nor have been. You will at some points be nothing but a reflection of your own pain. And you may hide from mirrors and even food will lose its taste And comfort And you will fade and think a Hundred million times I am broken I am less than ... Because falling into the abyss is a cold fighting wait So cold you may not be but numbing ache So cold you will lose yourself to sharp words Stripping you right off your hollow bones And you will lose all your hope and love and life And laughter will be scorched right out of you by scornful looks And you will be torn through by hands so gentle as to have loved you once. And over and over you will let them . If only for the hope of the touch of something warmer Every bit torn exposing more vacancy inside where something important used to hide.
Sweet girl I feel i must tell you Do not forget then That the woman standing on frigid waters Edge cursing and red Is not but twisted picture angry sister of all that's loved you Of your mother And your friends While she holds your head just above bleak motionless surface Only long enough to paint you worthless In the words she sings you in remember then, sweet girl the legs your mother had born you in Legs made of stone and electric grace pedestals made to carry you to safe distance at swift pace ’pedestals To lift you to your highest self Even under the incredible weight of this disappointment and pain the nothing ringing out of everything of this disdain weighing inside you You will be strong enough to walk the distance Brave enough to endure Until you Are caught unexpected not by the sharp demise you hear echo in your mind but by the soft sweet echo of someone who loves you more than you can imagine You will be aching and breathless and born again In love with your persistence and patience and paint yourself courageous brighter than anyone ever said Because you proved it when every time you died you lived. No death nor hate or pain of disdain can hold you down no yearning heart not or wanting can stand you still you will sing yourself creator of your universe You will love all that brokenness all those anxious moments and scars for what they are because it takes every scrap of things to build yourself up.
When you finally see yourself You will find you burn so deep and bold and wider still than the bits of the girl that died inside Sweet girl I feel i must tell you The fall you have taken will be the longest you have lived. At all angles there is wind That hurts But sweet girl do not flinch You will be the strongest then You have ever been. The strongest yet you have ever seen.