Yesterday I posted a few prompts here, too tired to do much of my own writing. Yet this picture called to me in a way I couldn’t ignore.
Innocence Remembered
Who was I –
before you and me,
before her?
Before I became the me that worried,
the me too easily succumbing to fears,
the me who learned to be ashamed
of my tears.
Did I laugh,
weightless, carefree?
Who was I –
before the world taught me,
labeled me,
bought me?
Back when I still believed
that falling
only meant to rise again.
Who was I –
before I learned the rules,
conformed?
Who was I –
before,
back when all I knew how to be
was me?
Sierra Kummings 