even though i am grown
like i wished for so long ago
there are still seeds of my girlhood
that blossom in my adult life

while my younger self is now dead
and her dreams buried deep
now i can barely remember her
but she is still here

she lives through my joy,
when i watch the sun set a beautiful pink
when i hear the whispers of the leaves
she is ever-curious, always musing

she still holds me up when i can't
like she always used to do
i had a lot more courage...