I was protecting a treasure
I was sharing a meal
I was hoping to learn the phases of the moon
each of these snapshots
so distant from that little girl
and yet her image replaced my own
as I allowed their opinions to matter
She radiated a different kind of beauty then
back when her toes got stepped on
she learned to tie her shoes
but now in this light
that knowledge slips away from me
like a sheer scarf, the illusion of comfort
and the treasure is exposed
as I am, raw and real
but feeling like contorted plastic
wrapped around these pictures
of stories I used to tell myself
before she even knew
how to tell fables
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
I was protecting a treasure
I was sharing a meal
I was hoping to learn the phases of the moon
each of these snapshots
so distant from that little girl
and yet her image replaced my own
as I allowed their opinions to matter
She radiated a different kind of beauty then
back when her toes got stepped on
she learned to tie her shoes
but now in this light
that knowledge slips away from me
like a sheer scarf, the illusion of comfort
and the treasure is exposed
as I am, raw and real
but feeling like contorted plastic
wrapped around these pictures
of stories I used to tell myself
before she even knew
how to tell fables
