I  am  a girl .....

a young girl ....

spinning around inside a

grown woman's world...

I am made of glass

and full of jelly beans

and  I hurt

in places nobody can see or even

believe exist.....

I beg them to help me,

they shske their heads and roll their eyes

and tell me I'm crazy, and so I shout

into the void, begging out loud, a plea

to the only ones left to hear me,

" my god ! my goodness ! please....!"

the only response,

my own echo .....

(* silence *)

perhaps one day,

my screams will shatter the glass

and the sweetness will spill out,

everywhere,

into every dark corner

of the world....

young , old , ageless , timeless.........!

maybe one day,

jagged edges will slice through little girl

fingertips,

and I will raise my bloody open palms to a

bright blue sky

and thank this universe

for hearing me,

for blessing me,

for loving me

enough to

silence the deafening tornado

raging inside

this jelly bean jar wearing a painted smile......