Growing pains

Mind in the clouds, restless thoughts

I think about what if.

What if I never left,

Would our fates seize to exist?

I gather all my strength to admit a simple truth,

I am not quite who I wish to prove.

I stumbled a lot,

I even fell.

Although I got back up,

My scars show quite well.

They show a story of one who dreamed,

That the world was just what she believed.

She believed in fairytales and happily every afters,

The cynic once told her, it might not even happen.

She went ahead to see for herself.

A lesson learned, a tale to tell.