Once upon a time,
I was a little girl, innocent, but for forbidden cookies before dinner.
I was a wildflower; small and pure, a growing desire to watch beauty succeed.
But as my growth stunted with an absent sun, I began to wither.
Harboring stolen hearts in broken jars, I was searching for my newest fix.
A craving to replace a ruined childhood, the price of goodbyes
was always so much cheaper than opening up past vulnerability.
Once upon a time,
I was a child with spirit and personality; not becoming what makes me, me.
