Mom, do you hear me?

Mom, did you give me a name
just for someone else to call me sweetheart?
Did you name me
only to leave me in the garden?
There are no fairies here.

The rain falls so hard
it strikes my face—
I can't even open my eyes.

The hurricane grows stronger,
and there's no tree I can hold on to.

Mom, can you take me back?
I'm tired of walking on stilts,
standing tall, just hoping you'll see me.