Bam, Bop, Slam.
The doors were shut tightly behind me.
Lock and key and keyed and locked.
It was this day that I left behind that I realized I was not meant to be a lover.
I was not meant to be a lawyer.
I was not meant to be a doctor.
Or a perfect daughter.
I realized a little
I was born to the musical winds.
and the splicing grasslands.
and the messy life that was ahead of me.
I accepted it all.
Every single flaw I saw.
I was a creature of wondrous disasters.
It was what made people stay.
And the reason why they left.
I still accepted my flaws.
Every single one that thawed.