the moment you open your eyes

the world will awaken with you

the crown of fire upon your head

burning along with the innocence

that comes with childhood

a shining silver tiara

adorned among those long braids

you’ve wondered for years

of who, or what you are

you have lived many lives

are you a warrior, a fighter of justice?

or are you a princess, and bringer of peace?

if not, then what?

a star?

a shadow?

does coming of age mean knowing

all the answers?

does that mean being able to

discern the right from

the wrong?

tell me, darling,

how does this work?