As a child you see things as they truly are.
We are thought to lose this preception as we grow to adults yet here I stand steeped in my ancestors knowledge.
Acknowledging the past lives I have lived the wrongs I did and those that were not my sin but the bloodline I carry with in.
Yet I found a strength that was no dought inherited by those same woes and doughts.
I built castle and forts in my head and surly these are past parts of me I relive.
And rebuild with a stroke of my pen.
I make monster's trimble and quiver with in as I walk the roads that were paved for me so long ago.
So that young girl with gangly legs and strange ways was just a stepping stone in this potential host I wear now and call my skin.
For I breath star dust with every inhale of these mortal lungs.
And I exhale all dought and realse whats not mine to dought and gather all my knowledge from those paths and make this world my own at Last...
For beneath all those adult holds the child with in always knew best from the begining and she cut throw all those demons with out skipping a pattern of breathing.
© Letitia Adams