I grew up, thinking
I was flawed in every way,
In every word
I even say.
But I was never always this way.
When I was a kid,
I believed in magic
No, not magic from wizards
Nor magic from witches and fairies
Or elves and other such creatures.
But a far more subtle form of magic
One that each of us possess
Sleeping every night
Awakening every day
It makes us jump out of bed
And say hello to the world again.
I remember when I lost that magic
It did not flash like the Big Bang
Or made loud noises like a jackhammer does on concrete
It did not even come in a hearse and said,
"Come pity me."
It comes in teeny tiny drops
Like how water drips on stone
Seeping into the "kind words" and "good intentions"
From people you don't know
And even people you love
Down into a million pieces
Of the once whole you.