Why do I need to pretend?
You say: ”I’ve always had good intent!”
yet your eyes sparkle every time
I plead for your fragile approval?
I’m not who you expect me to be.
I can’t be something you need for you
to continue your life in peace.
I’m confused, I still search
to make that little girl inside me smile
run after rainbow and collect stars;
swing on the moon and walk
across the Sun;
jump over the mountains
and play charades with whales
in ocean fountains.
That little girl is so scared,
impaired by false assumptions
she need to take care of you
instead to accept:
“Here, within myself I belong to!”
And I can tell you
that little girl is very close to finding her truth
lying in between two smooth edges of tomorrow
where she’s conquering beautiful world’s burrow
and yesterday when you held her tight to comb her hair.
Who said life is fair?
Stop to fight, let her go.
Maja S. Todorovic