A Golden Girl
who hides in the lomb of
her dreams
cries vehemently.
Tears soak her chest,
the pain tugs at her heart.
Why? Is what she
mumbled through lips
pursed with indignation.
Her pillow absorbs the
crystalline drops pouring
from her golden cheeks.
She doesn’t understand the
cruelty of people.
The black is turning grey,
her dreams are becoming her
worst nightmares,
and the sky no longer holds
its iridescence.
The door is shut,
the caged bird no longer sings;
however, the Golden Girl remains
Golden.
Her beauty,
shining through her issues,
her sadness,
influencing her art.
The Golden Girl ceases
to cry.
She rises from her
pillow as color
returns to her world of
insecurity and self-loathing.
She has All The Shine.
Therefore it really doesn’t
matter what They
think...
She’s Golden.
Copyright|2012 Robert Drake
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