I want to go home,
be a little girl
again,
away from all this struggle,
see my mother,
see my father.
A little girl again,
mud pies
my only responsibility.
I want to go home.
Be their baby
again,
held tightly
in arms
that love me,
be protected
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 home
again,
be a little girl.
Teared up a little. Thank you.