Scarecrow Girl

I am not a scarecrow.

I am made from the rib bones that drown out the noise of life beating below my overalls and sweater. 

I’ve never been nearly as brave. 

Though my arms have been just as numb

My hands shake open-palmed as I stammer my defenses. 

I was not born to stand and protect

Eyes wide over the lives I care about 

To scare away anyone who comes to harm them.

I was made soft-bellied, slow of breath

In a safe world, to the comfort of my mind.

Please see me. 

See past the straw that pours from me when I speak

I am contained to an endless watchtower

Away from my body, away from my heart

Bound to my burlap frame

I wish not to be a scarecrow.

I never wanted to be a scarecrow

I’ve never been nearly as brave