G O N E

Is the girl, I once knew

She’s gone from the woes of childhood

The swings, and wind blowing through her tight curls,

The ones her mother took all night to set.

The picture days and learning Spanish for the first time

Walking down the street without a care in the world

Everything: careless, free, and exhilarating

G O N E.

Gone are the sleepless nights,

Though still sleepless,

When she’d stay up watching Even Stevens or Jett Jackson.

Nothing is fun, free, or fearless.

Spinning around now feels like the world will crumble at any moment

Swinging on a swing if only to swing and fly away from it all

Everything: careful, trapped, and crushing