Too Small to Fill

coming of age poem

She filled shoes too tall
For a mere child,
Hips swaying to the turned tide:
Set in motion, already done.

Eyes the color of amethyst she knew
That life could not be all floods and earthquakes, 
Tsunamis across her bare chest. 
Holding puppy to keep him
From attacking the collector:
The one who steals souls
And hearts when they are weak.

She is too young to fill these shoes she wears. 
She wobbles, half steps,
Then falls down. 
Dirt across her face. 
Grass strains on her new dress. 
The collector wants her to dress more like a girl. 
Shoes she is too small to fill.

Against the wind, 
The rain,
All four seasons she never sits. 
never stagnant. 
Falling and tripping and
Crawling and learning. 
The collector will never have her soul.

Heels too big to fill
Makeup to young to wear. 
Dress to flat to fit. 
Unashamed of the mess that has been made when
World's shatter. 
Time warps. 
Sound reverberates.

It isn't about winning. 
It's about being an unstoppable force.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Pete]

great stuff! i like the imagery, truth and metaphors you portray ... :)

[Andy Lewis]

I like this really well ...to me it speaks of how the young a forced to "grow up" nowadays and how the joys of youth fade to fast....thanks for sharing, nicely written