Overgrown and uprooted, replanted and shocked.
Wilted and winded, ripped and picked.

So I left and I learned and I lived, laughed and grew.
Blended learning over grass stained blue jeans
And splattered paint on my Nikes.

Cut my hair and dyed my skin, pierced my lips and ripped my skirts.
Chrysalis, born but not aged;
Broken but not bathed in it.

And Yet!
I have moved foreword in life.
I’ve moved and I feel reborn.