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Before
Before my 12th birthday,
I was never conscious of myself
My reflection was merely a rippling image in a beautiful lake
Food was vibrant, sweet
enjoyable
Before my 12th birthday, I never needed to love myself
My heart was well cushioned by the buds of the cottonwood tree
I only existed to play and explore
My body, just a vessel for my mind to wander in
I used it to climb fences, pick ripening fruit and watch as the wind tickled the yellow wildflowers into blooming.
Before my 12th birthday,
I had no thought as to what shoes I should wear, or the perfect outfit to have
The trees never judged my appearance, but always gave me soft leafy kisses as I sat among their branches
I am much older now
And the eyes that once played among the roses have closed forever
© NorMel
I was never conscious of myself
My reflection was merely a rippling image in a beautiful lake
Food was vibrant, sweet
enjoyable
Before my 12th birthday, I never needed to love myself
My heart was well cushioned by the buds of the cottonwood tree
I only existed to play and explore
My body, just a vessel for my mind to wander in
I used it to climb fences, pick ripening fruit and watch as the wind tickled the yellow wildflowers into blooming.
Before my 12th birthday,
I had no thought as to what shoes I should wear, or the perfect outfit to have
The trees never judged my appearance, but always gave me soft leafy kisses as I sat among their branches
I am much older now
And the eyes that once played among the roses have closed forever
© NorMel
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