Being independent, hiding secrets, sharing heartaches

I wrote another poem today.

Independent

As a girl, she was independent, alone with her secrets

She carried the pain and heartache in silence

As a girl, she was gregarious and wanted to be liked, included

She smiled; no one knew what she hid

Now grown, she is independent, alone with her desires

She looks for love, to be loved, to be safe

As a woman, she pushes the hurt feelings, hurt heart away

She doesn’t hide it well anymore. She has told her childhood story. She shares her heartaches

As a woman, she has friends, family who love her

She wants that love, affection and safety from a partner she isn’t sure she will find

As a woman, she worries about the women and girls who keep secrets like hers

She wants justice for them, for her