Magic, Flowers, and Capes

Magic.

This was one of my favorite words growing up.

You always played along with my self made fantasy lands.

Unicorns dancing and mermaids singing, sparkles and barbies, and just about anything.

I had a world.

You were always invited.

At the end of the day I would hang up my tiara and ask you the worlds toughest questions.

Can I be a unicorn when I grow up?

“Of course you can.”

I’d gallop around school being anything I wanted to be, because you told me it was okay.

And as time went on, things changed.

As any flowers grows, I started blossoming.

Sometimes when you compare your petals to others it stunts you. 

Suddenly you don’t feel invincible anymore. 

Suddenly you wonder if the feel of your stems are too strong or the texture of your leaves aren’t smooth enough compared to those around you. 

Too different.

Not small enough.

Suddenly you wonder if the shape of your flower is the shape that it was supposed to be. 

I was always a curious girl, questions were nothing I was afraid of, so yet again.

“Am I beautiful?”

“You know you are.”

More years go by, less changes in the way I’ve grown, but now, I must learn the pains of what it means to love someone, and let them go.

To think you have friends, but now you don’t.

“Do people like me?” 

“How could anyone not?”

“What did I do wrong?”

“He didn’t deserve you.”

So I learned the lessons of people growing apart.

And that put quite a lot of strength in my ever changing heart.

Now I was the hero of my own story.

I carried a golden lasso around my waist and a sword on the other side.

I was growing up, becoming who I was meant to be.

But a flower never forgets who helped her rise.

One night I followed you down to the basement. 

You were trying to show me something that wasn’t right.

Something you couldn’t control.

And then, the truth came out.

Pouring,out.

It was raining in that room.

Thunder could be heard from miles away.

“Am I enough?” You asked. Wells in your eyes.

“You’re my mother and that’s more than just enough.”

It was in this moment that I knew. 

That it was my turn to put on the cape, this time for you.