Super Child (Woman)

The child that had to be everything

The nights that feet were stabbed by the deceit of the world ..
She returns
Not to cry ... But to play therapist to those at home
her ankles are ripped open
blood spews
headaches bombard her thoughts that long for peace ....

But she is Super Child
The girl that smiles . While her spirit is wounded ....
The girl that tends to the world ...when caves of care are destroyed by rejection

The Child that played adult
The child that cared , loved , thought , spoke , acted ... Like woman ... But never was

The child who carried suicidal notes on her finger nails , and bawled , clawed her intuition for answers that returned silence

The super child that pretended to be the pillar of strength for her " figures of strength "

The super child that pretended to dance and be all that you wanted ... Whilst fingers were nailed by the dry bones of desolation
Whilst heart operated with one chamber dotted by holes ....pierced by bullets of " backs turned " , love lost , anguish , confusion and sadness

And in the midst of all this ...she gave you each day the paintings of perfect happiness and rich company !

The super child !
She was ....
Tending and tending
And she bled and .... Bleeds ...
Tending
As she continues to hide the white dress that conceals the blood of her soul ... After her spirit's hymen has been brutally hooked and bludgoned by the hands of those she loved and trusted

The super child that is favoured by God
And at the end of it all still clings to hope
 she crawls through life surviving on the last pint of strength , of hope , of love , of innocence ...
And if you need it ... Just to make you smile
She would sacrifice it all .
But all you seem to see
Is the woman ....
The trained aura
The facade ... That seems so real
And you care not to see beyond
For u feed on her ..
Depressing her ... But the fact that u show no concern to see behind the pretty door
Will all too soon Kill her
 one day
She shall .. Release her gems ...to those whether deserving or undeserving
The last pint of blood she shall sacrifice
And death ....she feels may offer peace of mind ....