#evie
The brightest smile can hide a war,
A quiet room, a locked-up door.
It isn't always tears and gray;
Sometimes it's laughing through the day,
Performing parts to keep the peace,
While waiting for the noise to cease.
It grows in whispers in the hall
The bullying that makes them small
The cruel words that stick like ink
And change the way a mind can think.
It's staring at a mirrored glass,
Praying for the body image to pass,
Feeling "wrong" in skin and bone,
Surrounded, yet entirely alone
It's heavy shoulders, tired eyes
Beneath a thousand clever disguises.
The "strong" friend might be wearing thin,
Fighting battles deep within,
Where every "I'm fine" is a plea,
For someone to truly, deeply see.
So let's reach across the silent space.
Look past the grin upon their face.
A simple text, a steady hand,
A heart that tries to understand.
Don't wait for the signs to start to show;
For you never know what's down below.
Check on your friends, be light, be near -
Before the silence is all you hear.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC
Awe Evie you came here fighting. Pulling the oxygen out of your nose. Trying to get out of the incubator you were not having it little girl. You are such a doll baby with a beautiful face. I love your orange hair I can't wait to see what color it will turn out to be. You are named after me Ms. Evieana Lillian. I'm named after my grandmother which makes you the third. My grandmother had red hair she was biracial just like you. So it's so cute that you have her name orange hair and spunky attitude. I thank you for being strong enough to fight. Wonderful enough to love and a small bundle enough to hug and kiss on. You are my Lilly boo and I thank Jehovah that I got the chance to meet you❤.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
Well met by moonlight we, like painted birds
Wing through the winking dark. In the half-light
Of looming streetlamps, and a bond, cast new.
Birds of a feather we, skipping in our
High heeled boots, songs dripping from our ginned tongues.
Fledglings; two young things painting the sky, and
It bends around us. Together we fly.
Since that first blue night of scrabbling through the
Waning light, you’ve been a strong branch, an
Essential part of my wavering nest.
All I have is gratitude, lay it at
Your feet. A hand to hold your spirit up.
My preening blackbird, you will always be
A poem-tongued and twilit queen to me.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC