My Poetry: Come Home Little Girl

Today I felt like sharing another of poems with you all! It’s a little long, but if you take the time to read it, I’d love to get some feedback!

“Come Home Little Girl” was a completely random thing that came to me at like 1 am…I get inspired at the weirdest times. ¬†Feel free to interpret it as you like! Here’s another glimpse into the dark part of my imagination.

“Come Home Little Girl”

Once I knew a girl who got lost in her head

Dreaming up demons she did not know

Never knowing where to go

Come home, little girl, come home

 

Every day was a change in reflection

Daughter, liar, rebel, friend

Lover, dreamer, real, pretend

Come home, little girl, come home

 

And all at once her voices started screaming

Every painted face awake

She felt herself begin to break

Come home, little girl, come home

 

The girl I knew put on her veil

And smiling, buried her faces down

Deep in her skin, on dying ground

Come home, little girl, come home

 

I saw how easily her heart could change

How every time it stopped or broke

A new one rose from hazy smoke

Come home, little girl, come home

 

Year after year and she’s still at war

Where her voices and her faces rage

Some fight for freedom, some love their cage

Come home, little girl, come home

 

I once knew a girl who was lost in her head

I want to give a lamp to guide her

To rise above the selves inside her

But she’ll only light the pyre

Let it burn up in her fire

 

Little girl I used to know

Come home, little girl, come home

– Julia