Canadian Girl: Life Strengthens
This morning I arose.
An early morning.
I got up and I froze.
What have they overheard?
Mommy calls me for pancakes.
Daddy calls me for cornflakes.
The sky still dark outside.
Cartoons are playing on cable.
I got nowhere to hide.
Breakfast is set on the table.
Tears in my eyes.
Hear my sad cries.
Insecurities got the best part of me.
The children break every rule.
Curiosities got me in misery.
I have no friends at my school.
The sun comes out.
I lose my doubt.
The school bus is about to come.
I will get bullied today.
A loner – I just want to run.
My memories of yesterday.
I stand taciturnly on my fathers front porch.
The caliginous that began to take control of my soul.
It’s another day to sit through more church.
The pastor that could take this broken girl and make her be whole.
The seniors home the choir would sing at.
The church ladies and all their fancy hats.
Head coverings that glow like beauty.
New places. New communities.
Prayer meetings and the elders duty.
New school for me. New surroundings.
My first baptism and my first communion.
My first boyfriend at Family Reunion.
My first heartache. My first breakup.
Comfort food ; cake. My first make-up.
I turned on a love song.
I put that lipstick on.
Just another nice Canadian girl.
Beautiful, elegant, like a pearl.
A diamond to be cherished.
Flaws covered and were blemished.
Books were special like my best friend.
They were the wisdom at the end.
How did I tumble down from grace?
I was just looking for my place.
I look back on my many mistakes.
I sent my parents through heartaches.
How did I turn it around?
A world of silence – no sound.
Claire once knitted me a sweater.
I thought I knew so much better.
Teen years like cold winters are some of the hardest.
Everybody wants to date the hot lead guitarist.
A popularity contest.
Hoping everybody’s impressed.
I grew up and I wanted to soar.
I packed my stuff and out the front door.
I said goodbye on the telephone.
I found a new place to call my home.
I wanted to be a dancer.
Church was no longer my answer.
I waved goodbye to the life I knew.
I watched as the resentment grew.
Who had I become?
Things I must succumb.
I knew I should go to college.
Guidance I failed to acknowledge.
I became my own worst enemy.
The darkness as it overwhelmed me.
I searched for healing ; therapy.
I searched for meaning ; clarity.
I found maturity in broken places.
As I looked at the pain in others faces.
I saw tears like rain in their meaningful eyes.
I looked up at the sunset into the skies.
I discovered the word empathy.
A country of much diversity.
The world has really changed.
It has been rearranged.
Tradition is no longer the normal.
Job interviews are still very formal.
Beautiful scenery for adventures.
Unconditional love for transgenders.
No more democracy.
A place for equality.
I picture the strength of a mother.
I picture a sister who lost a brother.
I live in a land of beauty.
Helping hands who see.
Broken people… I went on a search.
Broken people…I took myself to church.
I saw a pastor there.
Dapper, tall, fine hair.
I wanted to cry on his shoulder.
It was time to start my life over.