MIsreading: Maturity

I never feared sticks and stones, but words forever haunt me

I knew I was loved By God, but his creations found me lacking

My body used to bow to avoid the judging eyes of man, my happiness waited for me hidden amongst the goals and refuge of soccer fields

That sport became my shield, that field my canvas to erase my demons, the ball a pen used to re-draw my life

I remember the day I put my strife away, how powerful I felt

I saw the world with lifted eyes, my soul had escaped my prison

And then I saw what I thought was above fitted nicely below

My steps guided by my own mind, finally I felt free

But when freedom came, so conformity left, and stranded here am I

A woman forced to walk alone

Misread by immaturity





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