Tough Love

I want you to know her, that girl, yes, her with a back made of steel.

She's never known joy, that girl, standing there.

Her eyes always question what's around.

She knows there is no logic behind it.

She knows they have no right to subjugate her to such a fate,

A fate outlined according to their desires, their whims and their fears, a swirly road.

She has to stretch to survive the curves.

She has to smile along the way.

She has to save every bit of fuel to reach that finish line.

Doing that, she knows that a threshold is waiting for her somewhere further.

She has done that all her life, then she broke what she would never manage to fix.

She thought about those instances in which she gave her decision-making to others,

moments in which she took on different tasks because, either way, she has plenty of time and effort to offer.

A permanent hole resides in her soul.

So, broken as is, she can allow herself excessive work since, unlike others, she doesn't have to worry about it,

Not until it attempts to swallow her whole,

Not now.

She knows her demons and what must be done.

The latter is time-consuming and relies on some commitment to one's self. She can not do that.

She would have to self destruct and be reborn if she is to ever learn how that is done.

It seems every cell in her body ignores the process, how to be one's own supporter.

She is fashioned to ruin herself ultimately,

manipulated to bear the unbearable for crumbs of affection.

She pulls herself between extremes.

Once everything highlights her goodness, she carves a sin or two on her skin, so that nothing is out of the ordinary.

Her figure shouts how burdensome life is.

Her crime has always been giving others the power she has to take control.

Would anyone tell her it is not that scary, that it is precious?

It is your life, dear, yours and yours alone.

Those you've always fought for do not care whether you are hurt or not.

They can claim otherwise, but did they ever offer you help every time you had fallen?

No.

You went through it all alone.

They did nothing.

So, do you still think such an approach is reasonable?

Walking down the right path might be hard, but it never hurts.

The mere fact that it is right nurtures your strength.

So, you face life's turmoil serene.

When was the last time you've felt serene?

You did it before.

You were strong and unphased by what many would not have borne.

It was different than this.

You will get there if you remind yourself that you matter most.

Teach yourself, self-love.

Be persistent.

You cannot change what you've always known since birth in a month or two.

It needs time.

They don't know what you do.

You can not blame them if you really die this time.

You'd be a victim if you wish to be one so much.

She should gift herself time.

Would you tell her that once you see her?