To that baby
That kid
That teenager
That adult

Growing inside me
I’m afraid
                 Of the pain
                                    I may feel

                                    It may cause
  I’m afraid
                 Of growing

                                    Up

                                    Old

Broken heart
Broken dishes
Queasy stomach
Long held tears
Bed of roses
Hurtful thorns
Your reality
Has become
My reality

why should I apologize
for being a monster
when no one apologized
for turning me into one

Running miles all alone.
nothing to nurture my weakened bones.

Dare to be
Dare to live
Dare to love
Dare to dream
Dare to fly
Dare to challenge yourself
Dare to believe that you are extraordinary