Fiery Mistletoe

I once knew a girl

Tormented by her past

For her mom was beaten up

And she was disgraced

By her family

For she was a girl of colour with birthmarks

She soon ran away in disgust

When her mom went to a better place

Away from all her sorrows

She became a wanderer

Until she got solace at the most unexpected place

She was accepted and loved for who she was

In the place which housed people beyond the binary

She found her real family where everyone had a broken past

But they encouraged each other to move on

That she did.

She worked hard for years

With the help and support of her new and true family

From a confused girl to a confident woman

Now she was as calm as a mistletoe and as fiery as caustic

She got to know what success actually meant

She could now help herself,

Her family and many more like

Her who were still wanderers.

Now I see her in the huge mirror in front of me.