Unbecoming

Be wild,
she said.
In morning glory.

Be free,
she wept.
Bringing her story.

Be bold,
she dreamt.
Or so they told her.

Be brave,
they meant.
It’s where they all were.

It’s fine,
she mused.
To no one really.

I’m here,
she thought.
Now crying freely.

Picture: Glass House Mountains, Queensland, Australia