Diglossia Girl

Your words are paper,
paper which I have shred
Torn and thrown to the ground,
left to rest upon asphalt in the blazing sun.

My foot covers them as I disregard
your sharp, bitter perceptions.
You will not prosper in your negativity.

You have no hold on me.
No, not anymore. I have opened my wings.

Allowing myself to blossom,
like an undying, never-wilting
flower.

A lily saturated with beauty,
a rose captured by sweet essence and grace.
I am a flower, acceptable for who I am.
I will not be your metamorphosis.

This is who I choose to be.

Like being in another realm,
a different world--full of wonder,
chaos and alacrity.

Far into the depths of something I cannot understand
My heart feels pain, agony, joy
and yet peace.
Life is no longer a battlefield.

life
a bittersweet catastrophe
melodious hurricane
a tide ebbing
flowing
never-ending

life
a flower
blossoming
peaceful disposition
beauty
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