All Grown Up Now

I grew up as the day disappeared into the black of night As love became a senseless fight I grew up and left my innocence behind In a pink-lined box where a tiny ballerina twirled to a little girls song While my dreams went to sleep there Tangled and twisting like the ribbons in my hair And I smiled like I didn’t care I grew up when I shut that lid and bent her in two, silencing the dance Discarded bands of gold and letters of old Proof that I took a chance I grew up when it was lost and never found That box with velvet walls that collected all my climbs and falls I grew up when it disappeared with remnants of a different me locked away Transformed by grief And yet the same, I grew up that day © 2015 Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel