I'm A Girl With

It is often refreshing to write honestly about one's self.  It is not often done, I believe, because it is much to scary to be frequented by many a melancholy artist.  The natural depression of the creative does not allow for too much time in self-reflection if one is to remain healthy.  So instead we write about things we don't know like far off lands with daggers and unicorns...well, I don't but I've heard some people do.

Nevertheless, I thought it might be appropriate today to post a poem that expresses the frustrations I had as a child and that still linger in me even now, as an adult.  I was terribly clumsy - more so than most - and I have not recovered. 

This is silly and was quite fun to write.  

An ode to being quite imperfect:

I'm a girl with

  broken-hearted

Songs and whispers

  tears and blisters

It's not so bad

     That I am small

It's just hard to hear

     when I call

I tie my bonnet

  with roses on it

To keep my tangles

  from flying in angles

It's not so bad

     That I am small

There's just no help

     for hair at all

So heal my scratches

  but don't cover with patches 

Forgive this wild

  and scrape-kneed child

It's not so bad

     That I'm small

It makes it closer

     when I fall