A Daisy Crown
With little braids and flowers hidden in her tangled hair
She danced in the grass and collected the little treasures
Offered to her by nature.
She smiled at nothing and everything, always ready to laugh
She sang more than she talked,
Endlessly exploring melodies like the birds
She so often imagined having conversations with.
As she grew, her pure and innocent heart
Became sensitive to the demands of the world.
And for the sake of belonging,
She wished for different clothes, new music, a new style.
She drank things she didn’t enjoy,
Smiled less to be cool,
And forgot how much she loved to be herself.
She learned to fit, to blend, to mold,
To pretend to be one thing
And convince herself it was what she wanted.
But deep inside, stunted in her bloom,
Was a little girl whose spark still glowed
With a longing to live, to love, to grow.
She’s been finding her way out from the shadows
Stepping timidly and gratefully into the light.
She’s laid down the script
Writing her own melodies again
Trading her mask for a daisy crown
And her costume for a scepter of wildflowers
The girl who once loved herself and life with abandon
Filled with wonder and joy at the beauty around her
Is finding her voice
Letting herself dance
She’s finally found her way back to the stars.