When I was a small child,
I hid from all my fears:
Like thunder and lightning,
Fake smiles and angry tears.When I was a young girl,
My mother said to me:
Look beyond these dusty walls,
And go beyond the sea.When I grew into an adult,
Hope was still out of reach:
Health and home and happiness,
Lessons they didn’t teach.When I first fell in love,
I lost my heart to a girl,
My mind to imagined romance,
And my voice to the world.When I stumble, I then stand,
Or at the very least try:
Picking myself back up,
Dreaming of ways to fly.
jacksgreyson, Word Prompts (W20): When