Little Girl

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be."-Lao Tzu

Little girl catching butterflies
Seeing pretty princesses becoming wives
In her youth already having a pocketful of lies.
Deception is the worst thing her childhood has seen,
next to a sprained ankle and an empty Christmas tree
but she doesn't know.

So it begins that the tea sets and barbies follow her around
Dreamin' up schemes that may hold her down
All she knows is her "place"
And that without a "prince" she isn't worth a thing.

Little girl wants to be a doctor
Because whenever she listened to a heart it didn't lie
But when she looks up she sees Mama in the kitchen again.
She can't find the root of her talents,
nor can she find the joy in spread wings
so she spreads what is physical,
because to her dreams are dead.

Every night around 8:00
Prince charming comes her way
throwing shame and sin at her feet
Spinning around on her wasted life
But shes catching butterflies again.

One day she sees a princess that she met so long ago
Strolling around without a man to her name
But she looks so happy, so joyful so free,
Like her fairytale ending was within.

Little girl takes her chariot,
to the large castle in the sky
A smile on her face and a book in her hand,
Her future begins to look bright.

Addicted.

Hi. My name is Sharon.

I'm recovering from an addiction.

Something so terrible that I keep it tucked away from all those who actually care.

Just so they won't judge, but to me, a drug is a drug.

It makes its way into your veins,

paralyzes your heart,

which is soon infested with little creatures of evil;

It closes off the shutters of your mind,

and you're left in the dark. Alone, submerged in lingering thoughts of nothing else besides this painful bliss of ecstasy.

I mean a drug so bad that I scratch at my skin hoping I will bleed it out because its imprinted in my DNA;

The sore memories manifested in my brain so every thought is a neverending roll of film

I wake up in the middle of the night clawing at covers and crouching like a child while calling out his name;

Delusionally dreaming of his return. While dreading his departure from my soul.

Hi. My name is Sharon, and I'm recovering from love.