I remember
a time when she was lost in rhyme
skipping rope,
singing loudly, dancing proudly
collecting snails in jars
skipping and running just to see how far
she could go.
When she would lay down in grass
all covered with snow
Building snow forts, hanging Christmas lights all aglow
Dreaming of Santa and presents in sleigh
and when the snow would melt away
she would race to sidewalk
with purple and blue street chock
she would spend the whole day, hours on end
creating cities and townships
with her imaginary friend.
Her body was magical
Her mind was fantastical
Her dreaming was wild and she knew it was rational
Because it came from her heart
her lungs
her soul.
She didn’t know back then
she wouldn’t always feel this whole.
She didn’t know one day someone would tell her she’s broken
She didn’t know one day she would want to conform and blend in
She only knew of today
the whimsical life of dancing and play.
But sometimes when I’m still
when my ears are tuned within
I can hear her calling, taunting and singing my name
inviting me to skip rope, to dance and play silly games
despite the story of a broken world
Here in lies the truth of union with that little girl
so long ago
who played in snow
who moved her body to and fro
the girl who would run just to see how far she could go.
by Rev Alisha 
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