The Myth of Marva Couch

It feels like just yesterday that I was warm and secure in my skin.

Never knew anything till I met them.

Somehow, what once protected me started to seem so far away.

Confused I took in their opinions on top of my own skin.

It was at that moment I begin to see a new beginning.

Except it wasn’t light I endured but darkness all around me.

Drowning in sadness, suffocating in secrets, choking on silence, somehow wishing I was dead.

Trading my virtue for tiny pieces of love or care that never existed.

I kept a smile on top of my frown, keeping my feelings deep inside of this bottomless pit.

I looked for love, but got tricked.

It’s funny how you can know people love you

yet it doesn’t seem to penetrate inside you,

so you reflect on the rejection you’ve been subjected to.

So you convince yourself that the next time won’t bend or break you.

So you smile an wave it off, but inside it feels like it’ll finish you off.

Back to that smile over my frown,

holding on to that grace praying it’ll truly penetrate my being.

Until then, I won’t stop believing

in the only one who can truly transform this creature.