there was a time i
just a little girl
with nothing but innocence
standing in front of the bathroom
sink
gritting my teeth
trying to hold on to
the water
i held hope in my mouth
like berries and i
tried so hard to make the
water stay
sometimes on sunny days
i'd be right outside our front door
playing with the bugs crawling on the
rocks.
i needed friends.
eventually i gave in
and the hope i once held
felt like ice in the back of
my throat.
i learned you couldn't keep
anything that simply
didn't want to be kept.
i am still that
little girl but just a little
more power hungry.
