Do you remember?

Everybody's gotta start somewhere…

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

Now, you fly high.

You touch the bluest skies.

No one doubts your strength.

Dancing among the fire like a warrior.

No one looks down on you.

Do you remember how it was?

Do you carry that old wound?

Everybody grows up quickly,

But not everybody matures.

What has turned your life into?

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Patricia Pixie❤

Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com