For G

A little girl stands far from home. She knows that she is at the head of a trail she doesnt understand. Her heart bears the scars of not knowing who she is. She waits for someone, anyone, to tell her who she is. Anyone but them.

Her young mind races forward without care. The signs all point toward another road yet she cant help but keep putting one foot in front of the other. She doesnt even look up to see that there are no trees or flowers. There are no songs or joy to be found. There is only the dirt beneath her feet.

She wonders when she will see in herself all that they told her she was. She shakes her head no. They dont know. 

A blistering pain throbs in her delicate hands. Her hands now bruised and bloody from the fight. The never ending fight to keep her heart beating even if she doesnt know what or who it beats for. 

She smiles and a tear falls as she remembers they told her they loved her. But she soon forgets the light the memory brings and she continues to walk away.

There is no certainty in youth, only growing pains.