silklilly speaking : stand up babygirl 1st december diary entry

I am fighting in my own very soft way fighting my demons delicately wrapping the silk of my words around their necks tenderly enough to silence them but not to kill them because honestly my demons are now a part of me the little ghosts have their place carved in the curve of my waist and even though the rivers of tears have dried and turned into deep dry cracks visible scars going all over  me and my possessions i enjoy gardening them watering them with prayers so you can’t see how deep they are under all the soft pink petals unless you dig very deep in my chest then another woman will have to be born and i as you know me i as i know myself will leave for good ....

Now the word is getting grayer and i am getting paler softer in a different way pinker lilac between the creases the folds of my body my eyes are getting wider my hair is harder and longer my hair is the rope that keeps me from falling into unknown pits although some of them could be harmless we aren’t ready to fall yet not when we have finally tasted how it feels like to be able to use your legs for something other than ducking crouching or hiding when we have finally learned how to stand ..

Stand baby girl you have nothing to be afraid of nothing at all