What Am I but the reflection of the past and the road to the future....
My soul was assined a path.
A place to put forth flesh.
To know the woes of pain before the tender age of 5 yet I survived.
Time marched on and some would whisper I was the devil spawn.
Yet they didn't accept the account that I was not the one with guilt or doubt.
I was a child who was just trying to figure out why.
A road filled with pot holes that trampled that little girls soul.
Or so they thought.
But she had known even then she was different from within.
The world was cold for sure but filled with light and Color.
She touched worlds and lived inside her head or so they said.
And built her self with every stone that had made her beeld so that the walls were tall indeed.
You see the child and I were one.
We learned the lessons some small some large.
She raised from that bonefire that was left to burn her time and time again till nothing of that girl stood on the flesh.
Just the same soul rides inside she is both the woman in the flesh and the child from the past.
© Letitia Adams