I was a milk carton girl.
lost in my own thoughts
my own fears about life
love
happiness
I was a milk carton girl.
gone missing and gone fishing
for answers
anything that would make sense of all this
confusion
this out of reach comfort
I am a milk carton girl
face on and face off
seeking to be found
longing for completeness without
my compromises
compromising Me
I will continue to be a milk carton girl
trudging and stumbling
until resolution is to be discovered
to be attained somehow,
someway.
They call me ”black sheep”
well, I say
I’m pretty white
for a black sheep
for a milk carton girl…
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 