Eyes forward, moving
the sounds of silence broken
by wayward thoughts and a song
that plays quietly like a hum
I never knew was there.
The sounds of bells in the distance
taking me back to days spent
in tiny shoes and jackets bundled,
the breath visible on the air
but I’m no longer there
or am I.
Parallel universe of yesterday and today
flashes of memory haunt
and I welcome them in as I open the door,
gazing around to see what once was so large,
now so distant and small
but I know these walls and the window view
as I gaze ahead moving forward
to drifting back once more.
I linger in these thoughts like a paper doll,
trying on the different dresses
folding the tab over then off once more,
settling on the princess mode
how lovely is she
and I smile for I know she is me
and the young girl who always sought to become
has finally found the right fit
and tabs in place moves on down the road
and the bells are ringing round her wrist
as she sparkles and shines like fresh snow,
moving through the day she goes
new and whole.