I was dust on flower petals;

I was the answer to my own question; 

I was taking my sweet time;

before the world taught me to be hard I was soft; 

I was open and hopeful; 

I learned not to expect good things,

And so I didn’t find any.

I carry this wound so deep within me; 

It’s so ever-present that I stopped noticing it was even there;

Before they taught me to be contained I was free;

I was without a name 

I had no colour 

I had no shape 

I had no value, and so I was invaluable.

I can’t seem to find 

What brought me here in the first place. 

I don’t want a past

But I need it to claw my way out. 

I want to reach into my heart and pull away all the clogged memories 

I want to cut out the diseases, 

Purge myself of the hate, the pain; 

I want to be a child again; 

See the world through eyes of wonder.

I want to believe in sweet words once more