Her battles.

by Lyssi Lori   Jan 14, 2017


Her room is decorated with uplifting expressions:
You are beautiful
Smile
Somebody loves you

But her mind is clouded with a deep, dark depression:
You'll never be enough
Bills
What am I supposed to do?

She prepares herself for another battle
Her war paint, makeup
Armor, oversized clothes
Her weapon, her mind.

She prays it doesn't backfire as she tells herself,
"Love yourself.
Love yourself.
Love yourself!"

She is the Little Engine that could not love herself.
Her train of thought conducted by something out of her ctrl.
Ctrl. Alt. Delete.
She wants to restart.

But to live through what she has lived through twice, even knowing what she knows now will still have a price.
She doesn't have enough change in her pockets to accept those changes.
"Guidance. Wisdom. Strength." She prays. Hoping for better days.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    This is excellent