‘Fix her! Fix her!’
The loud exclamations ring in my ears.
My heart is broken and my eyes are blinded with tears.
I am not broken, only different. Why can’t you see that?
Raised to speak my mind, but not to you.
Raised to be strong, but not against you.
Raised to be independant, but not from you.
If you wanted me different, then you shouldn’t have raised me to stand alone in a man’s world.
I can see the future, fragments of loud, searing pain. It tears away at my heart. Won’t you see? Won’t you listen?
You don’t want to understand, that is the pain that cuts deep. It stabs at me, over and over in the same place of my heart. The wound always open and bleeding as the years pass.
I am not broken, but wounded.
Bruised, but not shattered.
I am flawless in my imperfection.
The end has arrived in your eyes. My fate is reflected with rippling clarity.
I am trapped in the lunette of your judgement, the blade of the guillotine shreds through my soul. It is the finality of your rejection.
© 2015 An Offbeat Bluestocking