helena's motel room

sorry

i left my vulnerability in my old bedroom, along with my old toys and the curiosity every child had.
i wonder if it's still there, sitting alone or with my toys? could be tucked in my bed crying for someone to be near?
i'll never know, i'll never go back.
i'll never feel the same i did when i was a child.
i stopped mid in the tracks of adventure to reminisce on my being as a girl.
i don't remember much i tell him, but i do.
talking out loud for anyone to hear my cries.
bad influence screamed with anger at my bare face.
sorry.