To all the lives I've lived


I used to play in the flowers and get naked in the streams
I used to get my toes in the mud and climb into the perfect position for the “shot”
I used to count the days pass by the number of flowers I have picked and giggles I had giggled
I used to skinny dip with friends and pick leeches from my skin

I used to
I used to
I used to

I used to make art with others
I used to make art for myself
I used to honor myself, as if I was a work of art as well
I used to be in moments, now I watch them go by

I used to
I used to
I used to

I should stop with the “used to”
And begin with the “again”