I want to go home,
be a little girlÂ
again,
away from all this struggle,
see my mother,
see my father. Â
A little girl again,
mud piesÂ
my only responsibility.
I want to go home.
Be their babyÂ
again,
held tightlyÂ
in arms
that love me,
be protectedÂ
from the pain of the world,
the smallest smudge
of guilt wiped clean.
I like it here
in the mind
of a child
where every day
I play.
Every day,
they love me.
As a child,
my life is sweet
like honeysuckle.
As an adult,
I wear this world
like a costume,
heavy and
tailored.
I want to go homeÂ
again,Â
be a little girl.

Teared up a little. Thank you.