It was beautiful until I first started to walk.
Until I could reach the couch.
Sheer love and innocence.
Like a flower; dandelion.
A gentle blow and gone….
One day I was distorted, like a house of cards.
One by one.
Part by part.
Exposed and falling apart.
I was not sure if my question should end with an exclamation or with a question mark?
But I had a question; Why?
A timid body but a valour soul.
Don’t pity me.
Don’t nod your heads when you look at my bruised body and bleeding soul.
I’m not gone.
I’m home and I’m here to stay.