Now

By Michellee

I am not a princess
and I do not pray.
I am no longer a child
wanting to hear nursery rhymes.

The stars transcend time
and a caterpillar spreads its wings.
Hope restored,
I am grown.

The deceased comfort me,
they live among the stars.
I know they see me,
they listen to me speak.

I wear skirts and tattoos
while an adult,
I put neon colors on
when visiting the dead.

My path is my own.
The stars guide me
through what is mine
and I want to hold their hands.

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Created: Jul 24, 2010

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