You were born innocent.
No worries or memories Filled your mind.
You were happy, Like a puppy, Greeting its owner.
You grew up.
Realized lava was everywhere ,So you stayed in your box.
Safe, isolated.
When the box got damaged.
Your heart shattered,
Like a mirror,
When it hits the ground.
The thud echoing in the air.
Like your cries ,You tried to put the pieces back together.
But there was always something missing or something sticking out.
So you kept going.
Embracing your imperfections.
Pretending they weren't there.
Dreamed of the day.
You'd be truly happy.
You tried new things, Keeping your mind busy.
Made lots of friends, trying to fill in the gaps,
And smooth out the edges.
Kept trying your best.
Sometimes reaching your goals.
Other times disappointed, In your self.
Lost,
Not knowing which road to take.
Eventually you found your way, living half of your dream.
Smiling at the memories made.
Crying for the missing pieces,
that would always be lost,
until the day,
You lost yourself,
and joined them.
With bumps and bruises.
The only sign of your journey.
When you're gone
With no worries.
Once again.
