My soul

When I was a child

My soul was the same as my heart

Young

Free

Mine

When I was a child

The future was the same as the present

Hopeful

Open

Mine

When I was a child

My mind was the same as my body

Young

Fresh

Mine

And then I grew up

And then life happened

My soul remains decorative and ornate

My heart has become injured and weathered

My future remains hopeful and undecided

My present has become painful and challenging

My mind remains that of a child and free

My outsides are that of disease, but mine