A Girl Called Chaos
She was born during a blizzard
And has lived her life as a storm
Since that day.
She is a city with just one season
Bitter and dark with no light or warmth
And a voice made of wind chills
She is a naked tree stripped
Of fresh bark with desolate
And empty arms.
And she meets you
Who makes green leaves sprout
From her burnt and splintered branches
He called me cold,
They all did.
It’s just the way you are, it’s why you are.
So I let them continue
To create frostbites on my skin
And icicles that grew from what they said
Icebergs formed when he would take a hammer
And pound my soul with hurtful words of his own
Avalanches took over and shook my bones
And all the while,
Deep inside my soul’s caves I churned
I knew I was not cold,
I was fire.
A cold so intense that it burned.
I am told things such as:
You are too cold,
And I hate to explain myself
I don’t understand why I should.
But this will be the only, the last.
Too cold? I am a girl who was born in the middle of a blizzard
There are hundreds of flames I kindle within myself
To lighten the icy cracks my heart has developed from people like you.
Too distant? No, because I am a supernova who’s pieces are strewn across the universe
My heart is the moon, my soul, the ocean.
I’ll always be here, stretched between the moon’s core and the bottom of the blue.
Too aloof? Eccentric? How so? I am my own, I’ll never be yours.
When have I ever shown a care for what you think or judge of me?
I have a great love of depths, I have a great fear of shallow living.
While you are skimming the beach with your toes,
I am underneath waves and salt,
I am becoming the stardust and atoms of the Milky Way,