There are girls like me,
who know how to love and love deeply,
girls, who cling too tightly,
chase too desperately,
only to learn how to let go and how to be alone because the “butterfly” has always been elusive of their hold.
Girls, just like me
who then find their root and bearing and
begin to grow flowers out of their broken hearts and cracking skin;
reaching for the light the crack first let in,
boldly. blooming. becoming…
a garden of roses. daisies. daffodils…
something the “butterfly” can now never resist.
waging war against the weeds,
making anything that knows not how to nurture to leave.
Girls, once buried in dirt,
only to die for a while and then begin to sprout.
girls, who wear pain like a pearl around their neck and all people see is the jewel.
girls, leaving pseudo homes to return unto themselves.
tracing echoes of their lost voices.
revisiting their choices.
finally coming into their own.
shedding skin after skin to unravel the woman within.
girls, no longer the ‘eves’ of eden,
hiding behind trees afraid of themselves,
but now ‘eden’ the garden herself.
I am Comfort Ada Attah, a young creative who is passionate about everything art; from music to creative writing, poetry, photography and fine arts. Writing is a huge part of me, it's what keeps me sane and balanced and so I consider it therapeutic and vital to life. I wish to share hope, love, light and inspiration through my art. I hope to be a voice that inspires and influences others positively.