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
Copyright © Cornelia Mattioli | Year Posted 2015
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