Dropping bread crumbs
Under the canopy of this dark forest,
Hoping someone will find me
But only the snakes follow,
Piercing me with poisonous thoughts
And fangs that leave incurable scars.
What if no one’s looking?
What if no one cares?
My desperation reaches new heights,
The bread starts dripping with my blood
And the vultures make a feast,
They don’t want me found by the good,
Only by the witch that means to consume me,
My soul being her only key to heaven.
What will be left when my flesh is gone?
A cautionary tale of chasing lost dreams?
However, I’m clever and quick,
Filled with too much pride
To be caught by the blind,
Their lies may taste like candy,
But they slow my feet and make me sick.
This is me, a girl fuelled my ambition
And a talent for surviving when no one is watching.
But sooner or later I’ve got to admit
That nobody is looking for me
And that it doesn’t matter if anybody cares,
Because people try to break me down
Only to find that my strength can’t be taken,
I’ll find my own way out even if takes my life,
Because my continued survival proves I didn’t need them anyways.
And what will be left when I take my crown
But a colony of ants claiming they always cared?
Never knowing the fight doesn’t matter once it’s been won
But rather when it’s taking all you never wanted to give.
© Richela Rosales Maroto 2019