Little Angel

I used to know this little girl

with round, pink cheeks and

Shirley Temple curls that fell around her face.

Everyone told her she was an angel,

but all she saw was the little girl

with round cheeks and wild curls.

As she grew so did her curls,

thick and untamed as

the thoughts that swam within her.

They said she had something special,

but all she saw was the little girl

with round cheeks and wild curls.

By age 13 she wanted to be wanted;

by 16 she wanted to be happy,

and by 18 she wanted to be okay.

She saw the weight and she saw the scars

and she saw the little girl

with round cheeks and wild curls.

She never thought she was an angel.

More like a banished visitor from Hell, 

but nothing pretty and nothing good.

The night she held the bottle to her lips

she only saw the little girl

with round cheeks and wild curls.

What she never saw

was how from her pain a pair of wings

had broken surface on her shoulder blades.

They found the angel in the morning;

They buried the little girl

with round cheeks and wild curls.

Reviews

[AaronFreitas]

It was an awesome story of how people only see what goes on from the outside and not understanding what the mind and what the heart go through. The emotional toll of not meeting expectations of the world. Awesome write! Only mistake I saw was I think you wanted the word by instead of my in the line "and my 18 she wanted to be okay." :) Hope that helps

[gabiaimee]

haha yes thank you for the correction. This is why I don't usually write late at night!

[AaronFreitas]

haha it's always the most simple mistake but as a writer I do the same thing and never notice but I'm glad when someone points it out :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad and realistic journey in your words.
"They buried the little girl
with round cheeks and wild curls."
Many are not built right to face life. Thank you for sharing the powerful and sad poem.
Coyote

[Robert]

The ending was very sad and its a shame that someone has to go through so much pain. I think if someone would just talk more to people they might have found out the inner troubles this person suffered with. A very heart felt piece here.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Yup, it makes sense

Interesting metaphor of how outside physical voices were not able to influence the swallowed curl spirits that took her to hell.