What I Used To Be

I used to be the wild child. The unbridled giddy that made life seem so easy. The girl with softness and unfiltered flare that my tongue could whip without repercussions

I used to be the young woman, ambitious, daring, and borderline histrionic. Confidence that went as long as my legs in heels. She would look at you and you’d melt in her palm.

I used to be the animal. Terrified in a human cage. Everything was a threat and I was it’s prey. The bump in the night created spines from my back. Screams of concealment were deafened by music to escape the predator.

I used to be the spirit, unfeeling, lifeless, caught between one life and the next. Thoughts of joy filled the emptiness.

I am now the tree, strong, sturdy, and unwavering. My limitless is connected and growing. Small deaths become a new life until immortality.