For You, S.M.

Little girl lost,
and you are not so little anymore:
the world is a scary place,
that which smiles and calls your name is not
necessarily your friend
and just maybe
your path is a little more fraught with blind spots,
pot holes, and
icy patches.
But you have always marched to
your own beat.
And you have always lived in
a kingdom in your mind.

It is time to put on the eyes that will make the blueprint.
It is time to find your patch of earth.
It is time to gather your provisions.
It is time to start piecing together
your tomorrow.

The sun is just
coming
up.