i miss my seventh grade self

and the sweet innocence of life

when the colors where brighter

and the summers were cooler

before i could see the nuance in my mother’s eyes

when the days were still filled with dragons and faeries

waking up to doves and falling asleep to crickets

i’m trying to remember the child i once was

i grew scales to protect her

my cocoon was cynical and numb

but i think it’s softening now

gold and green lenses on my eyes

i remember now

let me take my time

waking up slow