Flower Child

A flower child in every way, she danced with the faeries as a princess of the forest.

Stars in her eyes and hope in her heart, she believed the world was hers to conquer.

Running through trees imagining all of the ways her life would unfold, her dreams had no limits.

She was a joyful little thing with an infinite amount of smiles to spare, never knowing anything but light. She lived without a care in the world.

Her shoulders devoid of burdens and her soul free of any darkness, she thrived in her self-made paradise.

As the years wore on, though, that wee maverick’s wreath of daisies gradually transformed into a crown of thorns.

No longer a princess of the forest, but a queen of isolation.

Where she once thrived in the sunlight, she now only comes alive for twilight.

Black clouds have concealed the stars that once shined so bright in her eyes, and childish daydreams have been wiped out.

Her trees have lost all their leaves. She has no more smiles to give. Seems infinity wasn’t as big as she’d once thought.

With shoulders weighed down and a soul as dark as pitch, her youthful paradise is no more.

Life has revealed to her its true colors, so that she no longer sees it as one big, beautiful possibility, but a series of coldly calculated steps to be made.

Don’t stray from the beaten path they told her. Best not to be different they’d said.

Everything she was is everything they saw wrong with her. Change it all they demanded, until there is nothing left but what we’ve made of you.

A rebel no longer she walks this world alone. The faeries have all gone and the sun hides itself away. Innocence lost and nothing gained.

She was a free spirit who could have had it all. Instead her heart has been caged and her spirit broken.

Nothing left of the young girl she was but wilted flowers and crushed dreams. She’s empty inside and her fight has all gone now.

Welcome to life little flower child. We hope you enjoy living in pieces.