Thick Black Coat
By Colleen Moyne
Someone wounded this once vibrant little girl
and to hide the scars, she wove herself
a thick, black coat to shield her from the world
She wore it all the time
never showing what was underneath
never letting that once-vibrant girl shine
No one knew that she buckled it so tight
to keep all the broken pieces from falling out
and getting lost in the darkness of night
There was a time when this girl felt free
she danced and played in brightly-coloured dresses,
indulged her innocence and childlike curiosity
She wove stories and talked with delight
of what she would be when she grew up
The options were endless – the future bright
But time, as innocuous as it seemed
turned a trusted friend into a stranger
who stole away that childhood dream
Now, instead of stories, she weaves more threads
retreats further beneath the coat
and leaves those childhood words unsaid

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