Love or not to love?
the little girl asked into the wind,
while petal after petal
fell on the wet wooden steps

Her intense longing and hope
that a time would someday come,
when her heart would be alive again
and freely sing her own melody

Her truth and essence was denied
by the heritage of self-protection,
through encapsulated hearts
and toxic, shamebound behaviours

The inner kernel of knowingness
that never was completely taken away,
held her yearning in secrecy
for a safe enough moment to be unleashed

(The photo is not manipulated, so I don´t know how the signs got there..)