once a girl wrote a poem
(where is that poem now?)
once a girl sent words
careening through the universe,
and all for hopes
and ego and for the prayer
of never breaking.
it is all paltry,
it is all worthless,
what can be said now
that was not said more eloquently
during the renaissance,
during adolescence or the night
when love was soft like rain
but was not heaven-sent.
once a girl wrote a poem
(where are those words now?)
but the message is so easily lost
and the phrases so easily broken.