White Flag

By,

Richelle Titus

Can you see her

Wandering amidst

The dust,

The debris

Of her once simple life?

She used to be,

Majestic,

Dignified,

And unyielding.

She stood for all to see

A beacon

Of hope,

Of faith,

Of serenity.

Can you see the

Disillusions being

Shattered beyond recognition

At her surrender

To the tempest

The evil within?

Succumbing to

The doubt,

The lies.

Can you see her,

Settled there

Defeated,

And forgotten?

She is silently begging

For her own personal hell

To take her,

To stop the

Hurt.

Can you see her?

Daisies in her hands

They’re withering,

Perishing

Her unattainable

White flags of truce.

Battle waging strong in,

Battered soul.

How can she stop?

Weakening under the force,

Of opinions,

Of perfection.

Can you see,

Her lost flag

Billowing in the wind?

How blind

Must you be

To say it’s only a trend.

We are losing her,

Pound by pound,

Inch by inch,

Tear by tear,

Her innocence

Has vanished.

Can you see her?

The girl

We used to know,

Who laughed,

Who loved

Who danced

The girl

We miss?

Can you find her?

 We lost her.