I am constantly astounded by the beauty of words. It's miraculous, really. Someone can string a bunch of letters together in just the right order and it makes someone on the other side of the world feel something. That's amazing.
This poem popped up on my social media a while ago, and it hit me in the heart. Lyra Wren is an author with two poetry collections on Amazon. I think this one is a masterpiece:
Peter Pan led the lost boys but what
of the lost girls? The ones forced to
grow up too quick. Even Wendy Darling
with all her wit, was only a girl when she fled
to Neverland, straight into the confinement
of motherhood. Punished because she yearned
for childhood again. She must have forgotten
that young girls are spoon fed responsibility.
Made to swallow their righteous rage because
boys simply do not know better. Girls hunger to be
heard and understood. They sharpen their tongues
only to bite their words down because it is unseemly
for them to lie bleeding. No one speaks of the lost girls
but what becomes of them when they have no leader.
Lyra Wren
How does this poem make you feel?
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