The Evolution of a Girl

Here she comes in her stroller,

dressed in white and no recognition of the corruption that surrounds her

Her parents cross their fingers and hope that she is destined for good things.

 

Here she comes on her bike,

dressed in pedal pusher jeans that everyone else seems to be wearing these days

No acknowledgement of the hardships that come with the joys in life

Her friends roll their eyes and then go out and buy an identical pair.

 

Here she comes in the passenger seat,

living her life through someone else

When they succeed, she is happy.

When they fail, all seems wrong.

But she picks up and finds someone else to follow.

 

Here she comes on crutches that dig in,

having found someone that pushed her off her chair.

The scars – they will never fade entirely

a friendly reminder of the past

of the reality of life

of the hardships that come with the joy.

 

There she goes in her limo,

she’s out the door,

quickly, quickly,

into the sun.

She’ll never find another permanent shadow in which to find comfort

Her parents cross their fingers and hope that she is destined for greatness.

 

a part of the Weekly Writing Challenge

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