Julia Kan // NOT ONLY A GIRL

She was just a girl.

She was a girl, a creature.

She was a girl, a daughter, a sister, a friend.

She was a girl, the epitome of strength, solidity, courage, virtue.

She was a girl, a pinpointed thumbtack on a map of a thousand twisting paths untaken,

A small speck in the grand scheme of the big, wide world.

 

She was a girl, a delicate flicker of a butterfly wing.

The light melody of the morning birds in the trees, flying through the blue air, flitting

Between clouds, falling through atmosphere.

She was a girl, soaring up above

Beyond shallow sprinklings of compliment and flattery,

Beyond deep insults and shards of reality,

A human heart in a glass jar.

 

She was a girl, the sliver of white moonlight across a dark, shadowed room.

She was a girl, the sunshine that filtered through the old windows of the home long abandoned,

Where the silver birch sighed

And the vines twisted into evil smiles

And the tulips wept.

She was a girl, a dash of vivacity

Amongst strange, dull people.

 

She was a girl, the essence of the artist,

The paintbrush blotting the canvas that is creativity.

She was a girl, the canyon cutting through the face of the earth until rock gave way to new possibilities,

New roads carved into the map, this oblivion we call home.

 

She was a girl, a star within constellations, within nebulae, within galaxies.

She was the universe.

She was just a girl.

But she was not

Only a girl.

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