An ode
An ode to a girl,
Who fought, who broke, who lit fires, who went on
Who embraced old and new
Fear and courage
Mind and heart
Love and the lack of it
Forgiveness and kindness
An ode to a girl who wanted to discover the world
Who was contained in boxes and shapes
But she was curious
Her hands weren't hers
Her eyes weren't hers
Her hair, her nostrils, her lungs, her *******
Her mind wasn't hers
Her feelings weren't hers
Even her heart wasn't hers
What could be hers?
What can she be with all that she doesn't have?
She had to know
She had to be
So she left to where she only knows
She broke her box with all that she doesn't have to find what she can have
This is an ode
An ode to girl
Who went for the search of herself and haven't come back yet
This is an ode, a music, a chant
To follow that ******* her journey and be her tune until she comes back unrecognisable but true to herself



- LynnAA