my sunflower dress.

Days spent running around,

My sunflower dress draping awkwardly on my small figure.

Reaching towards the sky on my yellow swing,

Naïve to the lack of ability to fly.

Everything seemed perfect,

I only worried about what thing to do next.

Wandering the extend of my yard searching for myself,

But I was just innocent, gullible, learning, lost.

I sang songs loud and off pitch,

Wishing someone would hear me,

Wishing someone would rescue me from a mess of a life.

I had become accustomed to it, so virgin to the truth.

Doors were slammed, voices screamed,

Slanderous words tossed around and threats were made.

My eyebrows furrowed, tears streamed over my cheeks

Music loud, face in pillow, silence, silence, everything’s okay.

I held my teddy bear close to my chest,

Hoping to conceal my sobs as my mother or father came to kiss my forehead.

Always hiding it well, quick to put a smile on,

I’m just fine, really, just breathe, I’m okay.

I smiled, I laughed, life was perfectly concealed.

Blossoms appeared and fell from the trees,

It rains petals; I feel the breeze and looked to the sky in awe,

Just me in my sunflower dress, oblivious to veracity.

My life spent running around,

The sunflower dress remaining merely in a photo.

I reach towards the sky as I experience life,

Far from naïve to the truth of existence.