Sunday, April 29, 2012

Maybe The Whole Truth

The truth is that you were a piece of clothing that I loved dearly but no longer fit me
I never planned to outgrow you, but day by day somehow I did
Like sucking your thumb, like playing with Barbie's and clenching onto a stuffed animal in your arms at night,
Like baby teeth that loosen and wiggle hanging from a string of live pink flesh,
With flailing arms I clung to you, drowning in an ocean
At the depths of a new reality, where your name would not be found.

I wasn't ready, I was unprepared and scared
A little girl again, scared of the dark
Frightened of the light I might never find in this dark room
Frightened of the light I already found, without you