Hack for the Shack of Emotional Suppression

She grew up faster than her peers,

in the dark of the night, she hid her tears.

She was the type of girl who kept her mother on task,

and she held on tightly to her emotional mask.

Most days, she dreamed of moving out,

she was going to be even stronger one day, no doubt.

Swimming deep into the sea of her imagination,

she gazed up in wonder, eyeballing the clouds for hopeful hints for her next creation.

Her feet lusted for the touch of the cool green grass in the pastures.

Tired of school, as it felt overly manufactured.

She longed for a connection that was sincere,

with no strings attached, no fear.

Was there even such a thing, as a hand to blow in from the winds of time, that would hold her fast,

in the sailboat of her yearning soul’s masts?

Her daddy would not be the one to walk her down the hot isle of isolation,

despite the wishful thinking that things were not packed full of hesitation and lackluster elation.

That didn’t matter because she was going to be a powerful woman one day,

whose words would be as a wondrous waterfall and she’d express everything, all that she had to say!