Once I was a daughter who said very little,
I didn't want to tell my parents about my day.
Or talk about who my friends were or who I was dating.
It was nobody's business but mine.
So when you'd ask me about my day I would gladly decline.
My parents didn't really understand me,
At least not so well at the time
I wasn't this wildey rebellious girl,
That wanted to drink alcohol and smoke weed.
I was actually the complete opposite
If you could only see.
I was this free sort of bird,
Wanting to engage and climb on top of world's tallest tree.
Admiring life's wonders forward and behind.
Forever expressive, Forever an outcast, Forever mine.
The mere thought of being in a box scares me
The inability to rarely use the heart and always the head
Though I appreciate the head
And all the knowledge it holds
My heart is at core who I am
My heart is my very soul.
I want to look at life with an open mind
Consistently having my views challenged
Not walking, but running a very thin line.
Experiencing life with every turn,
Sphered by the globe's magnificent design.
I am a child formed by not just you and dad,
But of earth itself,
Still close to her womb.
Not wanting my mother to leave
And she never does
She abounds me,
She breathes.
You won't understand me
And at times I won't too
I'm always growing
Always evolving
That I always will.
So if you want to know where I am
It won't be anywhere where I'm required to stand still
