Childhood Withered

Once upon a time,

I was a little girl, innocent, but for forbidden cookies before dinner.

I was a wildflower; small and pure, a growing desire to watch beauty succeed.

But as my growth stunted with an absent sun, I began to wither.

Harboring stolen hearts in broken jars, I was searching for my newest fix.

A craving to replace a ruined childhood, the price of goodbyes

was always so much cheaper than opening up past vulnerability.

Once upon a time,

I was a child with spirit and personality; not becoming what makes me, me.