She Is Me

She cannot speak, and so she screams.

She cannot think, and so she dreams.

Each step she takes is one closer to the edge.

Doesn’t know what will trip her, but knows she’ll fall.

Everything is going good; it’s going great.

She’s Wonder Woman, with the wind in her cape.

Then something happens - she is unsure what.

But suddenly, she struggles to stay afloat.

She continues to scream, wondering when someone will hear.

She continues to cry, because it’s easier than succumbing to fear.

Everyone says she’s doing just that, but what they do not understand

Is that she’s fighting harder than they realise.

She fights to breathe; every intake causes her to flinch.

She fights to walk, because each step of her feet causes her back to cry out.

She is in so much pain, and they do not even realise.

Perhaps they are the ones who do not know what it is to be human,

For if they did, wouldn’t they ask?

Yes, she thinks, they’d care a lot if she had a way to express herself.

No, she doesn’t understand why she can’t move forward.

Yes, she does, she’s moving forward all the time. The steps are small, but indeed they are there.

No, she cannot be selfish with her wants when it’s everyone else she wants to impress.

It is a struggle to breathe, and yet she does, more than you give her credit for.

She, is me.