I’m in search of my inner child
gap tooth-black boy-back corner of class, drawing imaginary figures on blank paper
hungry eyes that craved for independence
so much that I let go of my mother’s warm embrace
I traded my legs for wings that flapped loosely
I became butterfly to his caterpillar but he still has more freedom than I do
I guess I grew too fast
a monster trapped in its own skin
I scared away all my friends till all I had was my scary reflection
and memories, scattered like broken china on the tile floor.
Now,
There’s no one to tuck me to bed so I spend my nights sleepless
watching my dreams fall, like wilted flowers in the hot sun.
