I am now living in my 19th year in this realm

My skin is still pink, still lacy and bumpy

And I still get goosebumps every once in a while

Still feels a little numb on the fuzzy days

I still get nosebleeds, I still don’t know why

If you were to ask me again a few months ago,

I would have said “two years of my life were robbed from me”

I’ve been a woman for a year and a half now

Yet I still feel as though I’m slowly regressing,

In hopes of bringing my childhood back to me

The dandelions aren’t ready to be blown yet

The wind is waiting though

The bath is still cramped

The grass is still wet and the mornings are still misty

And the birds still chirp

And the sun still wakes me up

The mist is still my lover, but so is the sunshine

The grass creeps up on me,

The trees envelope me

Maybe life hasn’t changed that much

Yes, I have new bruises

And yes, I have new scars

But the grass is still here

The sun still wakes me up

The wind still blows in my ear, the birds still chirp

The sunshine still holds me

Maybe that’s what matters most, maybe that’s what I need

Maybe that’s all I’ll ever need.