The world feels like its breaking
when you discover your parents are, in fact,
humans too.
What is a girl to do,
when she realizes they make mistakes too?
How can she cope when
the rocks she envisioned in her mind
are nothing more or less than her, herself?

What does it mean when she discovers they are
one in the same?
Is this what its like to grow up,
when you find the pieces
scattered on the ground,
and have no one else to turn to,
no wings to shield,
Just your bleeding fingers
as you pick up
the broken shards,
All by yourself.